In world in plenty is wisdom and sight,
None can be hidden as the world has light.
So thin are nature veils if one gets eye,
So vivid are angels smiling on sky.
This world gives a call to man for His sight,
Each hid, given taste, to come to limelight.
This is Adam’s son, from his tears of blood,
The God gave to rivers a taste for flood.
Who lives on this earth what does the sky know,
For whom a night watch? For whom the stars glow?

What lies beyond me? If I’m the whole aim!
What is the new pale of my uproars game.

Yet non arabs know not the deen’s hid signs,
From Devband Ahmad the man’s odd line.

He sings on pulpit, "Nation is known by land,"
He queer, knew not land, of the Prophet Grand.

To Mustafa reach, to him belongs deed,
If you didn’t reach him, You are Bu Lahb clean

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On Receiving a Cheque of Rs. 1909/- from the Privy Purse of his Exalted Highness, the Nizam of Deccan as a token of goodwill.

It was God’s order that grandeur of kings,
Give to a Hermit who holds the king’s wings.

He bade me, "take reins and rule like kings,
With wits beauty show them, the lasting springs."

I was ready to lift His Trust on Wings,
Each bitter in my palate turns sweet things.

My faqr’s envy but took not this role,
When he said it was His Godship’s dole.