|In the World|
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!
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.
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.
The angels of this thing are sure that a Muslim can allure;
But Maids of Eden do complain, from society he does oft refrain.