From the Anshar, the fearless ones,
O, mujaheed al-qalam, his arrows dipped in rhyme,
Bearing honor's blade, his spirit burns,
He pierces hearts, his verses echoed high,
Unnerves his foes, their courage wanes,
A slumbering lion, his roar unseen, yet feared.

By Ruhul Qudus, love sustains,
His poems like prayers, a vibrant sheen,
No verse surpasses what his soul conveys,
Unknown to most, his love's true flame,
Burns for the Prophet, of perfect name.

For beloved...