بخش 13 - عصر حاضر

What is the age? On whom the faith cries, Who puts on it thousand checks and ties.

From Man’s face it saps all the healthy signs, His paintings depict, his evil designs.

His glance only paints the heathen’s shade,. His skill’s big height are statues he made.

Thus shun the trade circles of his own make. Who plans all business for gambling sake.

To youths of this age he taught evil ways, It turned the Satan’s night into his days.

Like flame I make a coil on his face, As this age lacks all the shine and grace.

The Muslim draws content and kingship close, He views the man and God in a close pose.

From this Age but I wished to run away, Who has mixed the kingship with Satan’s way.

The dance you now play in this or that way, Is just a drug’s kick, a bliss to soul nay

In wake of whites so? You play feet, lo! No blood boils ever in thy‐own‐veins so!