To the Nation

Turks of the Ottoman Empire

In the Ottoman reign, the Turks are free, He holds conscious heart, with insight to see.

On freedom of the West they do not boast, They are captives yet of his Charming toast.

How dating were they who broke his charms, Who paid no heed to his pledges warm.

Get not despaired, have thy ego’s own view, What did the past nations you also do.

The fate thus gave to Turks a verve anew, And gave them a base for a build up new.

Where are those Muslim who could behold? The meanings of fate which God had told.

To Daughters of the Nation

Learn O’ daughterling this loveliness trend, To Muslim suits not the heathen’s blend.

You need not a beauty of rouge and scent, With the chaste eyes teach thy charming bent.

A God given sword thy glance to thee, Whose wounds thus gave my full right to me.

The heart of great sage that holy soul took, As she tempered her sword with bashful look.

At last modern age shows her conscience lo! They feel quite happy with false pomp and show

Barahmin

For him, he opened hundred doors for plots, Two steps he only takes and slips in trot.

The Brahmen adorned his idols on arch, In arch bin you placed the Quran as mark.

To Brahmen I say not a useless bloke, Since all heavy stones with efforts he broke.

It can’t be achieved save with arms might, From stone he carves gods to put his hand right.

A pundit keeps eyes on his own task, He wont let to know his secret mask.

To me he says Give up counting beads, For his own neck feels holy thread’s need.

The Brahmin said leave this white man’s door, From Hindies think not, save good any more.

In one mosque two Mullahs may ne’er contain, With magic of gods can live in a fane.