Classic Poem

They ask of the Path but have no knowledge, intent on quarrels sound and fury.
Salvation's road they do not follow: nor discern between saint and sinner.
They go to mosque, they go to temple, but slay the creatures God has made.
Pandit, Qazi, both were worsted: they do not part the milk from water.
They cut the throats of living creatures, and think a stock and stone accepts it.
Says Garib Das, They went empty away: their life is cursed, abhorred of men.