A Beggar's Bowl / Akhtar Jawad

Oh beggar! What's there in your bowl? 
Shining coins! Who gave you these coins? 
I see a coin having a picture 
of Adam and Eve in-scripted on it 
it's a nude in paradise, 
on the other side of the coin, 
I see them covered with leaves, 
the coin is describing their innocent sin, 
how they were separated 
and how they met once again. 
On another coin I see Noah's Arch, 
and a typhoon that washed out the earth, 
I see living humans and Satan too. 
life did not end. 
Then I see so many other coins. 
I see Buddha, in fact a skeleton, 
but he lived to share his wisdom with us. 
I see Krishna playing on his flute, 
I see Rama and Sita in a dense forest. 
I see Moses on a burning mountain, 
I see Jesus a preacher of love, 
I see a fairy of a garden in a paradise, 
I see moderation on coin of Muhammad, 
Where this moderation has gone? 
You are destroying sculptures, 
the remains of ancient civilizations. 
You are melting these coins, 
in the fire of hate, 
and casting a sword. 
Coins will be once again prepared, 
your bowl cannot remain empty, 
but, meanwhile, for some time, 
if a vacuum is created in your bowl, 
you will vanish in it, 
you will not get shelter 
even in The House of Allah!