Benevolence
On the bough of a tree was seated
A nightingale that was saddened
Saying that-
Over me the night is past
And in pecking day is lost!
Towards their nest
How will they (birds) reach
When the shadow of dark
Has fastened its glitch
When heard this yell and wail
Of the nightingale
Said the glowworm
In a voice so calm
With my heart and soul
To you I am of avail
So what if I am
An insect so little?
The night is dark
Why worry then?
All through your route
I will enlighten!
A torch has Allah given me
A radiant lamp has He made me
Noble are those ones indeed
Whom others find while in need!
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