بخش 6 - پیام فاروق

O desert’s breeze rise from ‘Arab’s sky, From Egypt’s Nile raise a new wave high.

Give Farooq’s message to King Farooq’s race, How content is mixed with the kingship’s face.

Tue Faqr and Caliphate with King’s Crown shine, A great wealth this is which never declines

O Young king! leave not the content’s boon, Sans it the kingship ends very soon.

A young man who peeps in his ego deep, Can make a world anew on old world’s heap.

Around his circle lo! are thousand leagues, In self’s reading though a solace he needs.

For sense and heart’s sake leave each door ajar, Take a cup thus from every sect’s bar.

Make all the efforts with love and heart pure, To lead a chaste life with no greed and lure

How happy is the race who wins her goal, Who never took rest for that purpose sole.

See her shine and sheen beneath this sky, Like a sword drawn out and unfurled high.

That Turkish seaman how sang a song gay, His purple face beamed with eyes blue gray.

When I see a gale my heart then regales, To tempest time ties my hardihood hails!

The world rule is destined to my own dust, The world’s guidance writ on my forehead first.

In thy bosom see the whole world’s map, Whose seed was sown first in Farooq’s lap.

A Muslim who tested his own ego first, He took to the heavens his paths’s own dust.

Keep an eye on, if you hold the love flame, With that you could make the whole world tame.