May I tell the truth O Brahman! If it does not displease you
The idols of your temple have become anachronistic
You have learnt grudge with your own people from the idols
God also has taught fighting to Muslim preachers
Becoming tired, I finally abandoned the temple and the Haram
I abandoned the preacher's sermons, as well as your stories
You take the stone idols to contain God
Every speck of the homeland's dust is holy to me
Come! Let us again roll up the curtains of strangeness
Let us unite the separated ones, let us remove the disunion
The heart's habitation is lying barren since long
Let us build a new temple in this country
Let our shrine be higher than the world's shrines
Let us make its spire as high as the sky
Let our morning's incantations be so sweet every morning
That all worshipers be ecstatic with the Love's wine
The power and tranquillity is in the devotees' song
The salvation of the denizens of the earth is in Love
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