The earth of Yemen received Shah Jalal first,
But his maternal uncle brought this blessed,
Child to Mecca to teach,
Until the illumination he would reach.
Shah Jalal was given a handful of dirt,
To match this with the same sort,
No matter wherever the place is,
And was instructed to stay there and spread peace.
Much had Shah Jalal travelled,
With the dervishes by his side,
And saw new lands full of beauty,
Until he stepped in Delhi, an Indian city.
He did affectionately receive,
Two pairs of pigeons that Nizamuddin Auliya did give,
Shah Jalal made those a part of his journey,
Bringing them to the Sylhet-city.
Shah Jalal, the lifelong bachelor, devoted,
His entire life to spread,
The ray of Islam everywhere,
Until he was laid to rest in Sylhet forever.
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