|This wily heaven, the moon and the sun|
Are all moving, fatigued and exhausted.
Like a lightning Alexander struck,
But met a sudden death!
Nadir plundered Delhi’s wealth:
Mere sword’s display and that’s all.
Afghans remain and so are the mountains:
Sovereignty and kingdom are only God’s.
Need makes free men into servitors,
Need changes lions into foxes.
When faqr gains khudi,
You become a king as well as I.
The destiny of nations depends on a dervish
Who does not covet the favor of kings.