An old game of needs this mean world’s tact,
To heavenly host hopes a cold blood act.

That Great Maker bent to wreck earth soon,
Who gave it a name of ‘KAF’ and ‘NOON’.

To Europe I gave the kingship’s dream,
I broke the spell of church and mosque’s team.

I taught to the poor a lesson of fate,
To the wealthy I gave the wealth’s craze great.

Who can put out that fire’s big blaze,
Of riots whome Satan had set ablaze.

To plants we watered, caused to be trees,
Who can bring that old tree to knees.