God's Kingdom cannot be measured
But still the Mullas chitter- chatter
Explaining the 'shariah'
And babbling about 'unseen'
This old faqir never cares
To show off false knowledge
Or to exhibit false piety
My nose wrinkles at the
Pungent smell of incense
On the white cloaks
And on the long beards
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem