Salvation Poem by Shaikh Mahmud

O' flare of the thunderbolt,
Embrace the psalm of melancholy and woe.
Surrender thy accord; dance shall thou,
Ascertain a path that transforms into gold.

O' ray of the embarking dawn,
Behold the yearning for what is concealed.
Ride the storm; let the current concede,
Fathom the saga; let a decree be drawn.

O' rhyme of the fervent hope,
What is it to tear, to tarnish thyself?
More intense than divine reverie to delve?
Err not! Kindle a spark for glory to invoke.

O' gleam of the unsheathed sword,
Abandon the stars that smother the verve within.
Hear new songs; thy spirit thrives on a whim.
Rise to the cries of the helpless and oppressed.
...Rise so that every carol is heard!