That man alone is brave and free,
Whose stroke is full of main and might
That man is coward through and through
Who leans on guile and tricks in fight.
From creation's Immemorial Dawn
Free born men own a bent of mind,
Qalandar's traits donning cloak and crown,
Such distinctive marks in them we find.
The spark lies hid within their clay
Which the world to itself takes
Transforms it as if by a smell
And world – illuminating sun it makes.
This life is free from ugly taint
That makes men round the fane to tread
O God! the faithful and pagan all
Have worn on shoulders sacred thread.