Devoid the West of inner light, her soul is struck with deadly blight: the loss of Self has made the East a leper, for germs befitting feast.

The Arabs have lost their former zeal, their souls are shrunk, they can not feel: Iraq and Persia are bereft of bones and veins and naught is left.

The Self of Indians is extinct, by pinions cleft is made distinct for they are pleased with prison life, to break the bars they wage no strife.

Demise of Self has made divine, who keeps a watch on Holy Shrine, to sell the robes that pilgrims don, on sale proceeds he lives upon.