Deeds Poem by Naveed Akram

Donation is the deed of degree,
I have convinced myself of its degree.
To start from the castle's walls
Your journey ends here, in the pipes.
So donate your body and soul,
Riches can command the generous man.

The battle is forgiving us, is agreeing with us,
For we have been given divine benefits
That strike at the heart of the open enemy.
Men can understand and behold the speeches
Of war-makers, for men who understand shall
Survive, longer than experts and jokers.

To hope is strangely a small, meagre deed,
This battle is a battle of the heart,
So brave men question me no further,
Just to lead a life of warlike attributes is fine,
Finer than the swords of almighty nature,
Finer than godly works and goodly demands.