Hunt Lions - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
From the master I learned, who from
The one who gave his head for the hunt –
To thee impart, illustrious sons of soil
Not less than a troph, cross over the torrent.
Faster the step, destiny is not far,
O the dawn is at hand, we shall see
The beloved’s face like the rising sun.
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