The first time I met a princess;
Astonished, I don’t know how to express,
The look of an empress,
That leaves man always impressed.
A beauty that radiates from the heart,
Makes you look down when it meets your sight.
The show of modesty so bright,
That places her in the greatest heights.
A controversial discussion.
Whose is the duty
To judge in that position?
Their acclaimed beauty is skin scratched;
Nothing, but a facial mask!
To a pitiful task,
Obliged to what the society asks.
The sight that betrays the gaze,
As it cruises in lustful chase.
On flesh, a baked clay,
Leaving body and soul dazed.
Beautifully unique are these knights,
Who wear the flags of the One with Might.
Not parading what is meant out of sight,
These beauties you cannot smite.
With bigots from the society,
Plague to humanity,
Coming from their so-called liberty
To distort nature’s morality.
Freedom without values,
Forced in skimp and hills,
Degrading our milieu,
With shapes without skills.
She’s free from the eyes that prey,
Cover to the heart that prays,
Save the next generation from fray,
With guidance from the religious rays.
Clothe to please her Lord
Distinguished from them all
As believers in His law,
Who look away from human lure.
Freedom from the denizen of earth.
She’s beautiful in her Hijab and heart.
She’s a princess on earth
And a Queen in Jannah.
She’s better than Hurul-Ayan;
They didn’t pass through this worldly strain,
Obeying their Lord’s claim,
Eminent ladies of heavenly gain.
To all Hijabis,
The queen of Al-Jannah.