It shall cross the river

The lion who had emerged from the desert and
had toppled the Roman Empire is
As I am told by the angels,
about to get up again

You the dwellers of the West, should know that
the world of God is not a shop
Your imagined pure gold
is about to lose its standard value

Your civilization will commit suicide
with its own daggers.
A nest built on a frail bough
cannot be durable.

The caravan of feeble ants
will take the rose petal for a boat
And inspite of all blasts of waves,
it shall cross the river.

~Iqbal