Believer
In the World

A man whose faith is firm and strong Is soft as silk in friendly throng: In skirmish between wrong and right Like sword of steel, he stands to fight!

The skies are his inveterate foes His war with them e’er onward goes: Though Muslim true of clay is born From earthly bonds still he is torn.

To hunt the sparrow and the dove He does not like and does not love: He much aspires his noose to cast On angels great and hold it fast.

In Paradise

The angels of this thing are sure That a Muslim can allure; But Maids of Eden do complain, From society he does oft refrain.