In The World
Razm-e-Haq-o-Batil Ho To Foulad Hai Momin
A man whose faith is firm and strong is soft as silk in friendly throng:
In skirmish between wrong and right like sword of steel, he stands to fight!
Khaki Hai Magar Khak Se Azad Hai Momin
The skies are his inveterate foes his war with them e’er onward goes:
Though Muslim true of clay is born from earthly bonds still he is torn.
Jibreel-o-Sarafeel Ka Sayyad Hai Momin
To hunt the sparrow and the dove he does not like and does not love:
He much aspires his noose to cast on angels great and hold it fast.
Hooron Ko Shikayat Hai, Kam Amaiz Hai Momin
The angels of this thing are sure that a Muslim can allure;
But Maids of Eden do complain, from society he does oft refrain.