|The splendour of a monarch great Is worthless for the free and bold:|
Where lies the grandeur of a king, Whose riches rest on borrowed gold?
|You pin your faith on idols vain And turn your back on Mighty God:|
If this is not unbelief and sin, What else is unbelief and fraud?
|Luck favours the fool and the mean, And exalts and lifts to the skies|
Only those who are base and low And know not how to patronize.
|One look from the eyes of the Fair Can make a conquest of the heart:|
There is no charm in the fair sweet, If it lacks this alluring art.
|I am a target for the hate Of the mighty rich and the great,|
As I know the end of Caesars great And know the freaks of luck or fate.
|To be a person great and strong Is the end and aim of all;|
But that rank is not real and true That is attained by the ego’s fall.
|My bold and simple mode of life Has captured each and every heart;|
Though my numbers are lame and dull And lay no claim to poet’s art.
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah