"Ride to distant villages and fairs
Ride them waves or wing the airs
Ascend high mounts or descend the stairs
Oh, go yea my men! To the banks of Nile
Search amid ripened empire's pile
Search by the Euphrates for a man of style
stands out above the milling throng
speaks the tongues of millions strong
who's soul is pure, has done no wrong
knows his Quran and The Holy Scripts
carefree to the tide of floes and drifts
quickly through logic his mind sifts
must be a master of counting games
well versed in stars and their names
the physical laws his wit tames
sane sagacious and balanced of keel
soft at heart but a man of steel
the worldly riches flow by his heel
Shariah his shroud and the Fiqa too
bold and chivalrous at the art of slew
his voice to the ears melodious dew
hold against push and lecher's pull
to preach and act Islam in its full
command great domes of our Istanbul
go ye by steed, by leap or bound!
such is the man, I decree be found!
such a man, so we hold our ground! "
Original
01 Sep,2012
Islamabad.
Dear Poet, my english is not perfect to reach your words and my ignorance about his teachings too. But i know that is beautiful and sacred. I want to share with you my respect for your words, that here and there, I could understand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have not read such a beautiful poem for a long time.....yes, a full moon will certainly rise to give light to all. The best seed are planted, .....fertile ground and rain...insyaAllah. Great 10.