Fanatics Have No Religion

Golden diseases are born in blood,
Then they grow, flesh out as ghastly sores.
See, the nation bears incurable diseases today,
Bigoted demons are after-life businessmen,
Phthisis, severity of diseases gradually burgeoning.

Religion brought light to darkness in ancient times,
With its skeletons and decomposed flesh,
Some selfish foul people hawk it around today – 
They fill up the mystery of creation with idle stories.
Opium is still good, but religion – that's hemlock.

Fanatics have no religion – they have greed, vile astuteness.
Dividing the human world into hundreds of sects,
They established class difference in the name of God.
In the name of God, they endorsed wrongs.

Ha bigotry! Ha ignorance! How far, wherefore is God?
Murders, bloodshed in the name of unknown power.
Myriads of cruel storms swept in a thousand years!
Where are the houris of heaven and sacred sherbet?
Where are the eternal times in endless sexuality?
People turn worse than beasts for the greed of them!
Is there any other hell more dreadful than this?
Is the fire of starvation less blistering than habiah?
Is that fire softer than rourab?

Eluding mortal life, they are engrossed in the Hereafter – 
They should go to their heaven in the Afterlife.
We'll live in this beautiful world.
Stirred by future dreams, we'll sow the seed of Equality
In the dynamic stream of disputable civilization.

[Translated by Mohammad Shafiqul Islam]