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.