On our fourth theme, contributing to a better world with less sorrow and more tolerance, he states that, as the Rebel, he will only rest “when the anguished cry of the oppressed shall no longer reverberate in the sky and air.” He also states: I sing of equality In which all barriers and estrangements are dissolved And in which Hindus, Buddhists, Muslims and Christians are united I sing of equality. He speaks of Muhammed: We have forgotten your message of toleration And have turned instead to religious blindness Therefore, your blessings no longer shower upon us from heaven… You did not want this disgraceful fighting in the name of religion… Half the world came to believe in the virtue of toleration, in your virtue of toleration But we never learned that toleration, only heard it, Only heard it in the Quran and the Hadith. This prejudice and ignoring of suffering has acted as a curse, as he states in “Once again, Hazrat, Send from Heaven the Message of Equality:” Defying your command We are universally disgraced We despise the suffering humanity Yet we say, “We submit to the will of God.” He puts this is the specific context of religious war, as he states in “If the Flute Doesn’t Play Any More”: The constant fighting between Hindus and Muslims, animosity between nations, and wars, the inequality between the mercilessly indebted and needy, and the monstrously greedy piling up crores and crores of rupees in the banks- these are what I came to eliminate…Don’t look at me … as someone belonging only to the Muslims.,, [but] as a servant of the one and only indivisible God who is above Hindus and Muslims, above all nations and creeds… Please think of me as a restless youth who came to this world with a thirst for fulfilment, but it was his departed soul suffering from the pain of unfulfilment who came to you in your dreams and shed tears. Though Nazrul does not see himself as limited to Islam, it is still a spiritual path with which he identifies himself. As he states: Allah is my lord, I have no fear My prophet is Muhammed, whom the world praises. With the Quran as my trumpet of life, what can terrify me? Islam is my code of life, and Muslim is my name. However, he is very disturbed at religious callousness and dishonesty. As he states in the poem “Man”: Hammer away at the closed doors Of the mosques and temples And hit with your shovel mightily. For, climbing on their minarets The cheats are today glorifying Selfishness and hypocrisy. Nazrul describes the better world that he seeks in his poem “Resurrection”: A new world reborn Is soon to dawn. These fetters of ancient scriptures Wrought this utter ruin… On a new foundation A young world shall dawn… Our rights we shall recover With the unity of sufferers All the world over.