A religion by whose absence the oppressors are empowered

and the transgressors and fools are sanctified.

A religion that is the True Faith, while all else

are sects, shifting colors like a chameleon.

O Family of Eid, you are the paths of guidance

for the lost... and you are the merciful ones.

You are naught but the roots of piety

and its branches, while the claimants are but scum.

Strike then at the hands of vice, for it

wanders through the folk, a sorcerer blowing on knots.

A faction among us has strayed from the straight path

while the guardians turned a blind eye to its corruption.

They judge and rule with depravity, taking cover

behind religion; may no divine radiance ever smile upon them.

The nets of malice emerged from their litanies

and worldliness overwhelmed their glorifications of God.

It adds to my soul’s anguish that she is

a blind guide, followed blindly even by those with sight.

As for the hoped-for youth, their path is