A Muslim was a king and saint so high, flows from his bosom a flame of sigh; His heart often weeps why weeps in trance, a glance upon me O Prophet, a glance.

The heart takes heat from thy love pangs’ flame, my tone’s large impact is due to thy name. I weep, because, in the Indian state, I found not a man with thee intimate.

No morn yet to slaves O Indian night, the sun passes not along this land’s site. No cosy nook yet for us in the East, so broke like a Muslim there is no beast.

As such I say to a. soft hearted soul*, a Muslim is honoured on virtues role. O God, help the man who leads a life hard; who fell from a summit, God be his ward. * A Faqir is not actually poor but a voluntary-poor, leads a life like a poor fellow, who actually likes to help the poor to remove their poverty. Where Iqbal says ‘A poor man’ he means the same. There is no equivalent word to convey this sense in English language as I understand. His ‘Faqir’ is not a beggar nor a mendicant, but a man who hikes to distribute every penny to the poor.

A friend’s hidden life how can I reveal, You know what we talk and what we conceal. Two hundred years’ tale is enough to weep, like a butcher’s wood a heart I keep.

The sky* still going on a perverse course, the car’avan is far off from its place. His wild goose chases I cannot endorse, no leader they have to direct this race. * The Persian poets, (so the Indo-Pakistani), always symbolise ‘sky’ going on a perverse policy against the inhabitants of earth. As such literal translation was a necessity to enjoy the true sense.

In his pure blood shines not that vigour and heat, in his ruined land grows no poppies sweet. He emptied his pocket and sheath likewise, in a ruined arch thus his Book still lies.

He made his heart captive of pomp and show, bereft of love’s pleasures his longings go. The ‘whistling’ of ‘eagles’ he knew a few, as nature of gnats his latent ears knew.

To him the heart’s door is not open yet, no ego in his palm1 has born as yet. His conscience is empty from ‘Great God’ calls, to ground have fallen his prayer’s four walls.