Classic Poem

What though outwardly are bonds,
How can such bind hearts together?
Whether it be father or son,
Far apart their purports lie.
Hopes have they now none in common,
Naught their confidence in oaths.
Scathless go the evil-doers,
Who dares lop the robber's hand?
By Aurang's evil rule are broken
All the ties that Baber wrought:
Now such times are come upon thee,
Better death than life, Khush-hal!