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 be 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.

In Paradise: The, angels of this thing are sure that a Muslim can allure, but Maids of Eden do complain, from society he does oft refrain.