The First Step Poem by Shaikh Mahmud

Somewhere here on this mortal land,
Existed a state with a barbaric head.

Where prejudice prevailed, neither law existed,
Might ruled as right - poor dread.

But among the men with suffering hearts,
A valiant gazes towards the brute.

With falcon's eyes and Ulysses's breast,
Near the savage approached the youth.

Before the edge of the sharpest sword
Steady, he stood by austere truth.

'When pen ousts the fright of sword,
Then, people fear none but God.

No more the loot, ywis ye crook,
Enough, my tribe has faced the ruth.

Those were the words of the stout,
That shamed unjust - provoked his crowd.

He fought for the people till his breath,
Thus harbored the revolt in their chests.

No one else illumines the way for you,
Barriers are broken when tries the resolute.