Beneath the moon's soft, silvery veil,
I watch the Ganges, flowing, unfurled.
A river of sorrow, a river of grail,
Reflecting the depths of a troubled world.
A boat of light, a fragile craft,
Navigates the currents, steady and strong.
Through stormy seas, it will not be chaffed,
For hope will guide it, righting the wrong.
Oh, soul of mine, lost in the night,
Fear not the darkness, for dawn will break.
The light will find you, pure and bright,
And banish the shadows, for goodness' sake.
-Rashid Ali Ghazipuri