Ke Haq Se Ye Haram-e-Maghrabi Hai Begana
What should my eyes, but an architect’s Nimbleness,
See in this shrine of the West? It knows nothing of God.
Tan-e-Haram Mein Chupa Di Hai Rooh-e-Butkhana
Mosque?—the Frankish illusionists
Have smuggled into the carcass of a shrine, an idol‐hall’s soul!
Damishq Hath Se Jin Ke Huwa Hai Weerana
And who built this palace of idols?
The same robbers whose hands have turned Damascus into a desert.