The nations suffer death from centre if they part; if they have centre strong, Godhead it can impart.

Such Faqr which has a plaint against the toils of life has beggar's wont and mode and can't bear worldly strife.

A godly man even now by wondrous act, can chancre to tiny mustard seed a lofty mountain range.

In fight without your heat no zeal or zest is found: Where are you godly man, take part in combat's round.

O Sun, arise from East and sail upon my view give all the mountain range a crimson tinge and hue.