Par Kala-e-Atish Huwi Adam Ki Kaf-e-Khaak!
To the Lord of the universe the Devil said:—
A firebrand Adam grows, that pinch of dust
Dil Naza Ki Halat Mein, Khirad Pukhta-o-Chalaak!
Meager‐souled, plump of flesh, in fine clothes trussed,
Brain ripe and subtle, heart not far from dead.
Maghrib Ke Faqeehon Ka Ye Fatwa Hai Pak!
What the East’s sacred law made men abjure,
The casuist of the West pronounces pure;
Weerani-e-Jannat Ke Tasawwar Se Hain Ghamnaak?
Knowest Thou not, the girls of Paradise see
And mourn their gardens turning wilderness?
Baqi Nahin Ab Meri Zaroorat Teh-e-Aflak!
For fiends its rulers serve the populace:
Beneath the heavens is no more need of me!