O the pride of Shawwal! O the fasting person’s darling! Come! As Muslims were very anxiously waiting for you.

The message of Eid is written on your forehead; your evening is the preface to the dawn of pleasure.

You are the mirror of the history of Millat-i-Baidah. O crescent! We are your lovers since a very long time. (Millat-i-Baidah: Allusion to the egg-shaped radiant mark on the palm of S. Messiah A.S., which was bestowed on him by God (The Holy Qur’an 7: 108). ‘Allamah Iqbal calls the Muslim Ummah as ‘Millat-i-Baidah’ because he is confident of the rise of Islam in the world.)

The banner under whose shade we wielded our swords; under whose shade we used the blood of our enemies. (The banner: Allusion to the inclusion of the crescent on the flags of Muslim countries as an insignia of Islam and its rising power.)

The companionship of this very banner is your destiny; the Millat’s honor is by your ever-increasing beauty.

Our nation is cherisher of friends, fidelity is your way; this silvery shirt of yours is the propagator of love.

Look at the earth’s habitation from your celestial apses! Look at the depth of our abode from your eminence!

Look at the caravans and also look at their fast speed; at the destitute traveler’s estrangement with destination also look.

On sighting you we used to give charity lavishly; O empty cup! Today at our indigence also look.

Muslims are tightly bound in chains of sectarianism; look at your freedom and at their bondage also look.

In the mosque look at disintegration of the priest’s love; in the temple at the Brahman’s strong idol-worship also look.

Look at the sight of the Muslim ways in the infidels’ life; and at your Muslims’ tormenting other Muslims also look.

Be the spectator of the shower of rocks of misfortunes; at the frailty of the Muslims Ummah’s abodes also look.

Yes, look at the advance flattery of the ‘honorable’ people and at the self-respect of the formerly shameless people also look.

Whom we got acquainted with the taste of eloquence at the haughty speech of that former speechless adversary look.

Listen to sounds of pleasurable orchestra in West’s palaces and at the preparations for the mourning in Iran also look (allusion to the poor condition of Iran at that time).

The imprudent Turk has torn the cloak of the Divine Khilafah; look at Muslims’ simplicity at other’s cunningness also look.

Look at everything, and remain quiet like a mirror; in today tumult remain occupied in evening’s music!