Classic Poem

MUNAJAT

Allah! Lord who liv'st for aye! O Sole! O King of Glory's Ray!
Monarch who ne'er shalt pass away! show Thou to us Thy bounties fair .
In early morning shall our cry, our wail, mount to Thy Throne on high:
" Error and sin our wont, " we sigh: show Thou to us Thy bounties fair .
If cometh not from Thee Thy grace, evil shall all our works deface;
O Lord of Being and of Space! show Thou to us Thy bounties fair .
Creator of security! to Thy Beloved greetings be!
These words are in sincerity: show Thou to us Thy bounties fair .
Iqb a l i sinned hath indeed, yet unto him Thy grace concede;
Eternal, Answerer in need! show Thou to us Thy bounties fair .