– Allama Iqbal

Of this civilizations of ungodliness beware

At war which is with men of truth;

The mischief-monger nothing but mischief breeds,

In the Harem it reinstalls the idols of Lat and Uzza.

By its sorcery the eye of the heart is sightless,

The soul thirsty with its barrenness;

The joy of eagerness it kills in the heart,

Nay the heart itself it destroys.

The depredations of the old thief are for all to see,

Even the tulip cries, “What have they done to my scar?”