Those who are devoid of the essence of nobility and the substance of honor—no matter how many robes of wisdom and sagacity they don, how high they ascend the throne of might and dominion, or how vast the treasures of the world they seize—will never escape the prison of their own nature. Grandeur cannot be measured by splendor and magnificence, nor by the trappings of the material world, nor even by knowledge that, when wielded in the alleys of ignobility, becomes the fuel of wickedness. True majesty lies in the loftiness of aspiration, the strength of thought, and the purity of the soul—not in the glittering illusions of power built upon deceit and delusion.
The ignoble are like venomous serpents; even if wrapped in silk and brocade, their intrinsic sting remains unchanged. Should they ascend the throne of dominance, they will sacrifice justice at the altar of tyranny; should they amass gold and silver, they will squander it in the pursuit of corruption and wickedness; and should they be adorned with knowledge, they will forge from it a sword of deception and treachery. These individuals are neither the torchbearers of virtue nor the pioneers of wisdom. Rather, under the shadow of guile and hypocrisy, they undermine the very foundation of ethics and surrender the harvest of human values to the whirlwind of ruin.
The presence of such corrupt souls within the body of society is like a tempest that shatters the very core of humanity, leaving behind only the wreckage of hope and aspiration. The more their power expands, the deeper their abyss of corruption and terror grows. They are neither a balm for the deep wounds of humankind nor a light in the darkness of sorrow. Like shadows of illusion and despair, they consume the radiance and spread only darkness.
Yet history, that impartial and truth-speaking judge of the ages, has always borne witness: neither the crown of sovereignty bestows greatness upon the vile, nor does gold clutched in greedy hands create nobility, nor can power built upon the ruins of righteousness endure. Those who are deprived of the essence of dignity and the heights of ambition—no matter what they accumulate—will add nothing but a burdensome weight upon the shoulders of humanity. And in the end, they will be devoured by the very abyss of greed, deceit, and oppression that they themselves have wrought. Such is the inevitable fate of those who build their dominion upon the foundations of arrogance and wickedness
Author: Ahmad Mahmood Imperator
A young poet and writer from Afghanistan
Translated by: Sara.D
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