I hold very dear that roaring roar; which cuts a spring from mountain core. For Javed I cherish and crave the same; from Thy love he gets his grandeur and fame.

Look to these saucy anglican maids; as if suns and moons have come for raids. My simple young nation keeps a blood warm, Beware! The heathen eye’s sensual storm1 The above quatrain (twin couplet) is addressed to his son Javed, when he saw a few English girls in almost nude dress.

Give a helping hand to those who are weak; they look not to aught, but Allah they seek. From that fire’s flame which kindled my heart; bid the Muslim boys a wee bit part.