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O my young friend
O dear Muslim youth
Have you ever wondered
About the brightness of the cluster of stars
From which you have fallen apart
You are the son of the nation
Whose feet had crushed many a king’s crown
And whose sword’s fear lurked in mighty Dara’s heart
I am a man of words
A painter in a way…,
Let me paint for you a masterpiece
A mere glimpse of the grandeur of your forefathers
But lo! You are not a man of vision
How can you ever appreciate this subtle piece of art
From the barrens of Arabia
The sand dunes of the desert
Did your forefathers
(Those people of the camels)
Cultivate a civilization
Whose fragrance reached earth’s each and every part
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