Here's a bit of Javidnama.
There is a world stil lost in our hearts,
A world that still waits for the call or 'Rise!'
A world without distinctions of blood and colour,
Where evening shines brighter
Than morning in the West;
A world purged of sultan and slave,
Boundless as a beleiver's heart;
A glorious world, which had its seed cast,
Into 'Umar's soul by a single look;
An eternal world, but one whose events are always new,
Ever new fruit of its master principles;
Within, it is not afflicted with change,
But outward change is occurring every moment.
See, that world is inside you!
I will tell you what its master principles are...
(Trans. Mustansir Mir)