Rise of Islam ( Iqbal's Tulu-e-Islam)

                                         Rise of  Islam Part- 4

               This is the intention of nature, this is the secret of Muslim’s mission,

               World conquering brotherhood, prevalence of abundance of love,

               Breaking the idols of colour and blood, merge yourselves in the Ummah,

               So that, there be no Turk, no Iranian and no Afghan,

               On the branches in grove how long the company of the fowls?

               Thy wings have the power of highlander eagle’s flight,

               In the world of delusion based existence, faith of a Muslim,

               In the dark night of wilderness lamp of monastery,

               That which wiped out the tyranny of the Caesar and the Chosroes,

               That was the strenght of Ali, piety of Bu Zer, sincerity of Salman,

               The liberated Islamists moved with such a pomp and show,

               The centuries’ prisoners of evils watched through slit of prison-door,

               Strong Eeman ensures life of stability in the world,

               The Turk has proved to be more durable than the German,

               When in this fire ball of dust faith takes birth,

               Then it develops the wings of Gabriel the holy ghost.
                   ('Fire ball of dust' means man)