بخش 14 - برهمن

For him, he opened hundred doors for plots, Two steps he only takes and slips in trot.

The Brahmen adorned his idols on arch, In arch bin you placed the Quran as mark.

To Brahmen I say not a useless bloke, Since all heavy stones with efforts he broke.

It can’t be achieved save with arms might, From stone he carves gods to put his hand right.

A pundit keeps eyes on his own task, He wont let to know his secret mask.

To me he says Give up counting beads, For his own neck feels holy thread’s need.

The Brahmin said leave this white man’s door, From Hindies think not, save good any more.

In one mosque two Mullahs may ne’er contain, With magic of gods can live in a fane.