Do not sully his name

بِسْمِ اللّهِ الرَّحْمـَنِ الرَّحِيمِ

Allamah Iqbal in his collection Pas Cheh Bayed Kard ai Aqwam-e-Sharq (What are we to do, O Nations of the East?) has a poem about present day politics, an extract of which is affected me deeply and I am sharing it below:

 چون بنام مصطفی خوانم درود
 از خجالت آب می گردد وجود

Whenever I recite durood(salawat) in the name of Mustafa ﷺ,
shame pervades my entire existence

 عشق میگوید که ای محکوم غیر
 سینهٔ تو از بتان مانند دیر

(it is as if) Love says (to me): “O slave of others, your breast is full of idols, much like a temple 

 تا نداری از محمد رنگ و بو
 از درود خود میالا نام او

So long as you are devoid of the fragrance and the hue of Muhammad ﷺ

do not pollute his name by your (empty) salutations.