|That man alone is brave and free, whose stroke is full of main and might;|
That man is coward through and through who leans on guile and tricks in fight.
From creation's Immemorial Dawn free born men own a bent of mind,
Qalandar's traits donning cloak and crown, such distinctive marks in them we find.
The spark lies hid within their clay, which the world to itself takes;
Transforms it as if by a smell and world—illuming sun it makes.
This life is free from ugly taint that makes men round the fane to tread:
O God! the faithful and pagan all have worn on shoulders sacred thread.