Taweel Sajda Hain Kyun Iss Qadar Tumhare Imam
‘Why do your priests,’ said to me after prayers
A Turkish hero of the faith, ‘drag out their genuflexions so?’
Khabar Na Thi Use Kya Cheez Hai Namaz-e-Ghulam
—He little knew, that free‐born Muslim, that plain warrior,
What kind of thing slaves’ prayers are!
Inhi Ke Zauq-e-Amal Se Hain Ummaton Ke Nazam
In this world a thousand tasks lie ready for the free,
In whom the love of high deeds burns and forges the nations and their laws;
Ke Hai Muroor Ghulamon Ke Roz-o-Shab Pe Haram
But that fire never touches the bondman’s limbs,
whose nights and days stand still under an interdict.
Waraye Sajda Ghareebon Ko Aur Kya Hai Kaam
If our prostrations are long‐drawn, why should you wonder?
Woh Sajda Jis Mein Hai Millat Ki Zindagi Ka Payam!
—God teach His ministers in India
A way of worship that shall be to all his people an evangel of new life!