Vanishing Of The Faith Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

I my self found the new art of life-point of look
A reality, which is endless of transience
Our critique hath been installed yet of willin'ness of renewal difference
Love of freedom as a unit of stranger
‘Tis familiar of the faith which hath been vanishin'
This is all statements; gathering for defender
In the building of shadow literature hath been made by missundrestandin'
The statement for the pangs liberty of the trickery man
If thou art who includin' in at hand; wilt be loosin' the rein of the god for good
The God shalt be never loosin' power, - shalt never be docile by human
Human bein' must be followin' the rein of the God
Whatever and whenever their own regard to the religion