I vow to mend this broken land,
To lift the weary, guide their hand.
Till sorrow's chains are torn away,
And every soul finds light of day.
No death shall fall in shadows deep,
No dream be lost, no heart shall weep.
For joy shall crown the human race,
With laughter bright in every face.
And if I fade, erased, unknown,
No grave, no name, no mark, no stone—
Still let my vow in silence sing:
I fought for them, though I was nothing.
If gods stand high, I'll make them see,
If fate resists, it bends to me.
Though I be gone, my will shall stay,
A flame to light humanity's way.
–S. Yusuf