The Lion of God XXX.

Fairest Flower beneath the Skies:

Ali Abutaleb's Son!

Fairest Flower in Paradise:

Ali Abutaleb's Son!

God's brave Lion, lamb-like, gentle,

Clearest Mirror, ever bright:

Pure in Faith, without Disguise:

Ali Abutaleb's Son!

Next the Prophet is thy Place,

All his Splendour flashing round:

Thy bright Light too floods our Eyes:

Ali Abutaleb's Son!

By Renouncing, daring Soul,

And by braving Danger too:

Thou hast won the Hero's Prize:

Ali Abutaleb's Son!

Straight thy Strength of Soul and Limb

Bore thee to the thickest Fight:

Death thy giant Thews despise:

Ali Abutaleb's Son!

All the Paths we tread to-day,

Thou hast traced them, Son of Light!

Let on us thy Beams arise:

Ali Abutaleb's Son!

Leader, Guide, and Champion true,

Ever foremost in the Van:

Where thou leadest, Honour lies:

Ali Abutaleb's Son!

Maulānā, in Hymn of Praise

Thee I laud, Jeláleddín!

Even as thou praisest wise,

Ali Abutaleb's Son!