Hope

With courage great a war I wage ʹGainst evils of the present age: I do not bear a fighterʹs name, To chieftainship I lay no claim.

I am not conscious ʹbout this fact If it is verse or other tact: God has bestowed on me since long His praise, reflection, charm and song.

The flood of light that makes its show On true and faithful Muslimʹs brow: With grandeur same is quite replete That fills beingʹs soul and makes complete.

You do not call it unbelief, No less it is than disbelief: That truthful man may get content I With today, for change show no intent.

Donʹt grieve, for millenniums and aeons more Still lie ahead for man in store: The ever spinning heaven blue Is not devoid of planets new.