Tariq’s Prayer
( In the
battlefield of Spain )
( As anticipated by Iqbal )
These Ghazis! Thy mysterious men,*
The men Thou blessed with taste of divinity,
On
entry the rivers and the deserts make way for them,
Their horror made the hills shrink to mustard seeds,
It makes the heart indifferent to the two worlds, seen and unseen,
What a strange thing is the taste of divinity,
The chief aim of the Momin is the shahadah,
Not the wealth of boon and conquest of lands,
In the garden, the tulip is all-wait since long,
It has longed for the tunic dipped in the Arab blood,
He united the bedoins, the dwellers of the desert,
In
consciousness, in emotions, in intentions,
This has been due for centuries in the life of the Ummah,
He discovered that burning to win in their soul-heart,
They take it as magnanimous view,
Death is not the end of life in their view,
O Lord! Revive again in the heart of the Momin,
That lightning which generated from cry of “La Tazar”
O Lord! Revive the divine ambitions in their heart,
Make their person so cute that the lookers on
may convert.
( Suggestions invited for betterment )
·
Tariq’s army during intial advance was resisted
by the regional
governor’s forces. The governor
informed the king, Rodriquez,
“ Our country has been attacked
by an army of strange and mysterious
men whose nationality appears
unknown”.
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