A slave, a follower shy of new ideas, is satisfied with status quo and he ceases to be a creative being. On the other hand, a freeman is never satisfied with the world he inherits. He wants change; constantly endeavours for improvement. He is an embodiment of creativity. In the last part of Bandgi Namah Allamah showed a glimpse of free man to draw contrast between him and slave. Spare a moment for the company of those who have passed away; see the art (works) of free men.

Open your eyes and see at miracles performed by Qutbuddin Aibek and Sher Shah Suri, if you have the heart.

The displayed their inner selves through construction (creativity) and then sought satisfaction by looking at their own creations (through eyes of others).

By arranging stones along stones; they captured eternity in a moment.

Watching their creations (works) strengthens your personality; it takes you to another world.

Art (symbol) takes you towards artist (creator); provides access into artist’s mind.

Pearls of sustained manly effort and noble nature can be seen in the stones these buildings (creations).

Don’t ask me whose place of worship these masterpieces become; O ignorant! Body cannot describe the tale of spirit.

Woe me! I am hidden from myself (I have not been able to discover myself); I have yet to drink from the stream of life.

Woe me! I regret digging (demolishing) my foundations; and I have fallen away from my (distinguished) position.

Stability accrues from strong faith; regretfully the branch of my faith has gone dry (has died).

I lack the strength of illallah (of the true faith, that there is no god except Allah); so my prostration is not worth this high shrine.

Have a glance at this rare jewel; look at Taj Mahal in moonlit night.

Its marble is shinier that the running (spring) water (it is difficult to focus on its dazzle); a moment of his world is longer than eternity.

The secret of True Love has been expressed (through their works); as if stone slabs have been laced (arranged) with the help of eyelashes.

True Love is clean and colourful like heavens; it produces songs with (the help of) stones and bricks.

True Love is reflection (criterion) of the beauty; he (lover) reveals the beauty and then guards it.

His perseverance takes him beyond heavens; his world (endeavours) cross the barriers of ifs and buts.

Whatever he sees cannot be described in words; so (without uttering a world) he exposes beauty of his inner-self.

True Love elevates the passions (to new heights); because of that the worthless becomes precious.

Without True Love life is eternal wailing; its entire affairs are rendered corrupt and unstable.

True Love sharpens the common sense; it imparts shining glaze to the (rough surface) of stone.

True Love turns the heart into Mount Sinai; it gives brightness to the hand of the artist (like that Mose’s hand; he starts performing miracles).\

All realities and possibilities become ordinary in True Love; entire world is bitter (in taste); only True Love is sweet like sugar cube.

Fire of True Love (transmits) warmth into the thinking; True Love moulds a body (out of dust) and then grants it soul (life).

True Love is sufficient for insects, birds and humans; True Love alone is better than two worlds (this and the world hereafter).

The Love without power (to captivate) is magic (illusion, deception); Love with power is prophecy.

True Love combines the two (characteristics) into one; and then creates a new world in this ancient world.