Shaid Ke Utar Jaye Tere Dil Mein Meri Baat
Though I have little of rhetorician’s art,
Maybe these words will sink into your heart:
Ya Khak Ke Aghosh Mein Tasbeeh-o-Munajat
A quenchless crying on God through the boundless sky—
A dusty rosary, earth‐bound litany—
So worship men self‐knowing, drunk with God;
So worship priest, dead stone, and mindless clod.