|Sun, moon and Jupiter shine their hour;|
Your self burns on, fed by Love’s power.
Your creed knows nothing of race or hue:
No credit in white or black, or blue!
Where selfhood droops, doubts fight ding-dong;
Where it blooms—a world of verse and song!
If your soul rot under slavery’s blight,
Your art an idolater’s soulless rite;
If sense of your own greatness sway you,
Legions of men and Jinn obey you!