بخش 12 - دختران ملت

Learn O’ daughterling this loveliness trend, To Muslim suits not the heathen’s blend.

You need not a beauty of rouge and scent, With the chaste eyes teach thy charming bent.

A God given sword thy glance to thee, Whose wounds thus gave my full right to me.

The heart of great sage that holy soul took, As she tempered her sword with bashful look.

At last modern age shows her conscience lo! They feel quite happy with false pomp and show

A tip for world’s tight learn from His light, With hundred visions who hide from sight.

The world is stable from the mother’s grace, Her kind nature guards the whole human race.

To this point if the nations didn’t get, The whole world order would soon up set.

This craze she gave me for sharp wits sense, My kind mother’s sacred inner glance.

In schools, my heart and eyes did’nt get calm, No schools are these but magic and charm.

That nation is lucky in whose hard race, A change the world espied on each man’s face.

What happen’d to him in this world’s race, Can be seen now from their mother’s face.

If you pay a heed once, to this poor guy, May die thousand nations but ye won’t die.

Hid from this Age like Batool if you can, In thy lap too there may be a Hussain.

From my evening’s dusk get a dawn new, To seeing eyes read the Quran anew.

From thy reading’s flame you know that fate, Had totally changed Omar the Great.