تہذیب

انسان کہ رخ ز غازۂ تہذیب بر فروختخاک سیاہ خویش چو آئینہ وانمود

Man, who has brightened up his face with civilization’s rouge, displays the dark dust which is he as if it were a mirror.

پوشید پنجہ را تہ دستانہ حریرافسونی قلم شد و تیغ از کمر گشود

He hides his iron fist under a velvet glove. Charmed by the pen, he has laid off the sword.

این بوالہوس صنم کدۂ صلح عام ساخترقصید گرد او بہ نواہای چنگ و عود

This slave of lust once built an idol-temple of world peace, and danced around it to the music of the pipes of peace.

دیدم چو جنگ پردہ ناموس او دریدجز یسفک الدما و "خصیم مبین" نبود

But when war tore the veil off its pretence, it stood exposed as man’s blood-thirsty enemy.