(To His Angels)
Kakh-e-Umra Ke Dar-o-Diwar Hila Do
Rise, and from their slumber wake the poor ones of My world!
Shake the walls and windows of the mansions of the great!
Kunjishik-e-Firomaya Ko Shaheen Se Lara Do
Kindle with the fire of faith the slow blood of the slaves!
Make the fearful sparrow bold to meet the falcon’s hate!
Jo Naqsh-e-Kuhan Tum Ko Nazar Aye, Mita Do
Close the hour approaches of the kingdom of the poor—
Every imprint of the past find and annihilate!
Uss Khait Ke Har Khausha-e-Gandum Ko Jala Do
Find the field whose harvest is no peasant’s daily bread—
Garner in the furnace every ripening ear of wheat!
Peeran-e-Kalisa Ko Kalisa Se Utha Do
Banish from the house of God the mumbling priest whose prayers
Like a veil creation from Created separate!
Behter Hai Charagh-e-Haram-o-Dair Bujha Do
God by man’s prostrations, by man’s vows idols cheated—
Quench at once My shrine and their fane the sacred light!
Mere Liye Mitti Ka Haram Aur Bana Do
Rear for me another temple, build its walls with mud—
Wearied of their columned marbles, sickened is My sight!
Adaab-e-Junoon Shayar-e-Mashriq Ko Sikha Do!
All their fine new world a workshop filled with brittle glass—
Go! My poet of the East to madness dedicate.