(18 August 1935)
Hai Kitni Zahernaak Abyssinia Ki Lash
Those vultures of the West have yet to learn
What poisons lurk in Abyssinia’s corpse,
That rotting carcass ready to fall in pieces.
Gharatgari Jahan Mein Hai Aqwam Ki Ma’ash
Civilization’s zenith, nadir of virtue;
In our world pillage is the nation’s trade,
Each wolf aprowl for inoffensive lambs.
Roma Ne Kar Diya Sar-e-Bazar Pash Pash
Woe to the shining honour of the Church,
For Rome has shivered it in the market‐place!
Sharp‐clawed, oh Holy Father, is the truth.