Kya Chand Tare, Kya Murg-o-Maahi
All life is voyaging, all life in motion,
Moon, stars, and creatures of air and ocean.
Noori Huzoori Tere Sipahi
To you the champion, the lord of battle,
Bright angels offer their swords’ devotion—
Ye Besawadi, Ye Kam Nigai !
But of that blindness, that caravan spirit!
Of your own greatness you have no notion.
Ya Raahbi Kar Ya Padshahi
How long this bondage to darkness? Choose now:
A prince’s scepter,—a hermit’s potion.
Kirdar Be-Souz, Guftar Waahi
I know our priesthood, how faint in action,
In sermons pouring a languid lotion.