God's Men

That man alone is brave and free, Whose stroke is full of main and might; That man is coward through and through Who leans on guile and tricks in fight.

From creationʹs Immemorial Dawn Free born men own a bent of mind, Qalandarʹs traits donning cloak and crown, Such distinctive marks in them we find.

The spark lies hid within their clay, Which the world to itself takes; Transforms it as if by a smell And world—illuming sun it makes.

This life is free from ugly taint That makes men round the fane to tread: O God! the faithful and pagan all Have worn on shoulders sacred thread.