|He who creates in this world of Becoming,|
Time revolves around him in all ages.
|Don’t spoil your khudi through imitation of others,|
Protect it, for it is of incomparable worth.
|May the message of modernism be auspicious for the people|
Whose mental horizon does not go beyond nightly revelries.
|But I fear this cry for modernism|
Becomes a cover for Frankish imitation.
Translated by: Bashir Ahmad Dar