اَلدَّاعٖى

My demolished grave in which are piled up

Seventy-nine dead Said’s with his sins and sorrows.

The eightieth is a gravestone to a grave;

Altogether they weep at Islam’s decline.

Together with my gravestone and moaning grave of dead Said’s

I go forward to the field of tomorrow’s future.

I am certain that the skies of the future and Asia

Will together surrender to Islam’s clean, shining hand.

For it promises the prosperity of belief;

It affords peace and security to mankind.