A sign of live nation this is the ‘Age’, from morn to eve changes their fortune’s page. (The Age: It means the World)

A model of virtues and courtesies call, the nature forgives their sins and faults all.

With Alec’s grandeur, and remits prude, the nations in world are swords-but-nude. (Prude: Prudeness or saucy style of a hermit)

From this Ego gets his grandeur a glaze, as this is the book, the rest a new phrase.

I cannot deny the pageant of Eids, but ‘God is Great’ call, of free man He heeds.

A sage may not know my wails hidden sign; thus yonder to wits are the mad men’s lines.