Shah Alamgir, that high and mighty king, pride and renown of Gurgan Timur’s line;

In whom Islam attained a loftier fame and wider honour graced the Prophet’s (S.A.W.) Law;

He the last arrow to our quiver left in the affray of Faith with Unbelief;

When that the impious seed of heresy, by Akbar nourished, sprang and sprouted fresh in Dara’s soul;

The candle of the heart was dimmed in every breast, no more secure against corruption our community continued;

Then God chose from India that humble-minded warrior, Alamgir;

Religion to revive, faith to renew.

The lightning of his sword set all ablaze the harvest of impiety; faith’s torch oncemore its radiance o’er our counsels shed.

Many the tales misguided spirits told, blind to the breadth of his percipient mind;

He was a moth that ever beat its wings about the candle-flame of Unity, an Abraham in India’s idol-house.

In all the line of kings he stands alone; his tomb is witness to his saintliness.

One day that ornament of crown and throne, that lord of battle, saint and emperor;

Set forth into the jungle with the dawn attended by one faithful follower;

Exultant in the joyous breath of morn, birds sang their hymns to God on every tree.

The conscient king became absorbed in prayer, striking his tent from this contingent world; to pitch it in the realm of truth sublime.

A tiger at that instant from the plain suddenly sprang; heaven trembled at his roar;

Scenting afar the presence of a man, he leaped on Alamgir, and smote his loins.

The king, unviewing, drew his dagger forth and rent the belly of the furious beast;

His heart admitting not a thought of fear, he stretched the tiger prostrate at his feet;

Then sped again impatiently to God, mounting prayer’s ladder to his heavenly throne.

A heart so humble and at once so proud, no other lodge but the believer’s breast.

Possesses; for the servitor of Truth is naught before his Master, but stand firm against Untruth, and positive indeed.

Thou too, O ignorant man, take such a heart into thy hold; let it a litter be wherein immortal Beauty may be borne.

Stake self, to win self back; spread out the snare of supplication, glory to entrap;

Let Love set fire to pale Anxiety; be thou God’s fox, to learn the tiger’s trade.

The fear of God faith’s only preface is, all other fear is secret disbelief.