The secret of the Self is hid, in words ‘No god but He alone’. The Self is just a dull-edged sword, ‘No god but He’; the grinding stone.

An Abraham by the age is sought to break the idols of this Hall: The avowal of God's Oneness can make all these idols headlong fall.

A bargain you have struck for goods of life, a step that smacks conceit; all save the Call ‘No god but He’ is merely fraught with fraud and deceit.

The worldly wealth and riches too, ties of blood and friends a dream the idols wrought by doubts untrue, all save God's Oneness empty seem.

The mind has worn the holy thread of Time and Space like pagans all though Time and Space both illusive. ‘No god but He’ is true withal.

These melodious songs are not confined to Time when rose and tulip bloom, whatever the season of year be ‘No god but He’ must ring till doom.

Many idols are still concealed' in their sleeves by the Faithful fold, I am ordained by Mighty God to raise the call and be much bold.