If I should draw the sketch aright limning the form in words,
The vision I’d draw would be better far than all your fancy paints
There is no standard by which to judge Yours and your salaf’s (father's) worth.
You utter words but they did deeds. They roamed: you stay at home.
We have despoiled the inheritance that we from our salafs won.
The heaven from the zenith has dashed it down