|Perhaps your faith is so much quaint and queer,|
For faqr and monkery same to you appear.
Faqr has a loathing great for monkish ease;
Its boat is ever tossed by stormy seas.
He yearns to put to test his frame and soul,
Display of self is his main aim and goal.
Its life like touchstone acts for Cosmos vast:
It knows what will perish and what will last.
Ask it if things on which your eyes are bent,
Are real or merely riot of hue and scent!
Since Muslim true of faqr has been bereft,
No Salman's Faith or Solomon's awe are left.