در معنی اینکہ وطن اساس ملت نیست

آنچنان قطع اخوت کردہ اندبر وطن تعمیر ملت کردہ اند

Now brotherhood has been so cut to shreds that in the stead of the community; the country has been given pride of place in men’s allegiance and constructive work;

تا وطن را شمع محفل ساختندنوع انسان را قبائل ساختند

The Country is the darling of their hearts, and wide humanity is whittled down into dismembered tribes.

جنتے جستند در بئس القرارتا "احلوا قومہم دار البوار"

Men thought to find Paradise in that miserable abode; of ruin where they made the peoples dwell.

این شجر جنت ز عالم بردہ استتلخی پیکار بار آوردہ است

This tree has banished heaven from the world; and borne for fruit the bitterness of war;

مردمی اندر جہان افسانہ شدآدمی از آدمی بیگانہ شد

Humanity is but a legend, man become a stranger to his fellow-man.

روح از تن رفت و ہفت اندام ماندآدمیت گم شد و اقوام ماند

The spirit has departed from the flesh,only the seven disjointed limbs remain; vanished is humankind, there but abide the disunited nations.

تا سیاست مسند مذہب گرفتاین شجر در گلشن مغرب گرفت

Politics dethroned religion, this tree first struck root within a Western garden;

قصہ ی دین مسیحائی فسردشعلہ ی شمع کلیسائی فسرد

And the tale of Christianity was all rolled up;
the radiance of the Church’s lantern dimmed;

اسقف از بے طاقتی در ماندہ ئیمہرہ ہا از کف برون افشاندہ ئی

Pope powerless and baffled, from his hand the counters scattered;

قوم عیسی بر کلیسا پازدہنقد آئین چلیپا وازدہ

Jesus’ followers spurning the Church; debased the coinage of the True Cross’s Law.

دہریت چون جامہ ی مذہب دریدمرسلی از حضرت شیطان رسید

When atheism fist rent religion’s garment, there arrived that Satan’s messenger;

آن فلارنساوی باطل پرستسرمہ ی او دیدہ ی مردم شکست

The Florentine who worshipped falsehood, whose collyrium shattered the sight of men.

نسخہ ئی بہر شہنشاہان نوشتدر گل ما دانہ ی پیکار کشت

He wrote a scroll for Princes, and so scattered in our clay the seed of conflict;

فطرت او سوی ظلمت بردہ رختحق ز تیغ خامہ ی او لخت لخت

His fell genius decamped to darkness, and his sword like pen struck Truth asunder.

بتگری مانند آزر پیشہ اشبست نقش تازہ ئی اندیشہ اش

Carving images like Azar was his trade; his fertile mind conceived a new design;

مملکت را دین او معبود ساختفکر او مذموم را محمود ساخت

His novel faith proclaimed the State the only worship;
his thoughts the ignoble turned to praise-worthy.

بوسہ تا بر پای این معبود زدنقد حق را بر عیار سود زد

So, when the feet of this adorable he kissed, the touchstone that he introduced to test the truth was Gain.

باطل از تعلیم او بالیدہ استحیلہ اندازی فنی گردیدہ است

His doctrine caused falsehood to flourish; plotting stratagems became an art.

طرح تدبیر زبون فرجام ریختاین خسک در جادہ ی ایام ریخت

A sad and sorry end attended the regime which he devised, that caltrop which he scattered on the road of advancing days.

شب بچشم اہل عالم چیدہ استمصلحت تزویر را نامیدہ است

Dark night he wrapped about the peoples’ eyes; deception called, in his vocabulary, expediency.