O thou Nightingale of Madina?
What’s that ghazal from the lips of thine
Which has made the rose of love
Bloom in the bower desert wild?
The song-birds started singing
In regions far and wide!
Thro ‘the heights of. the etherial sky,
Rang thc Muazzine’s melodious cry!
In the Sahara desert, parched cou1d dry,
Thou had created a garden of flowers
Where the Companions came like bees
And hummed the hymn of ‘La Shareek’!
The myriads of song-birds came apace
And sang the song of Allah and the Prophet!
Under the leaves of Al-Quran
Swelled the flood of Love Divine!
