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The secret of the self is hid
In words "No God But He Alone"
The self is Just a dull edged sword
"No God But He," the grinding stone...

An Abraham by the age is sought
To break the idols of the hall
The avowal of God's oneness can
Make all these idols headlong fall...

A bargain you have struck for goods
of life, a step, that smacks conceit
All save the call "No God But He"
Is merely fraught with fraud and deceit...

The worldly wealth and riches too
Ties of blood and friends a dream
The idols wrought by doubts untrue
All save God's oneness empty seem...

The mind has worn the holy thread
Of time and space like pagans all
Though time and space both illusive
"No God But He" is true withal...

These melodious songs are not confined
To time when rose and tulip bloom
Whatever the season of year be
"No God But He" must ring till doom...

Many idols are still concealed
In their sleeves by the faithful fold
I am ordained by Mighty God
To raise the call and be much bold...

-Allama Iqbal-