Durr-e-Sameen

That religion, though—one built on the shifting sands of tales—one cannot scale;
It's not a religion, really, but a pale, jagged scaffold of fables, one that impales

Can one rely on fables, can one, in full frankness?
Fables are—are they not?—replete with hollow crassness

That religion is true which doesn't tell—or sell—tales;
But instead—through the vitality of living signs—the right path unveils

That religion is righteous Whose God is self-evident;
Who shows, through the display of His Powers, where He is present