You too take the wine from friend’s cup warm; to be for ever in the friend’s arm. No bows are these O, ‘Aziz of Arab land’; from eyelash I’m dusting my friend’s door sand.* * In Arabic and Persian ‘Arab’ is pronounced as A-rb; Arab and ‘urb means ‘Arabs’ living in towns who keep a good breed of horses.

A poor man I’m, you hold the ‘Arab’s reign; I hold a king’s place in meaning’s domain. A world which grew up from ‘Lailah’s’ seed; its root are quite deep in my faith and creed.

A look of pain I’m and see no cure quick; I boast not but weep being old, weak and sick. I’m lost arrow though, put in nation’s bow; use me again if the nation thinks so.

Let us join hands to dance in his flame; leave the world whole and dance for his name. For a short while in the sweet beau’s lane; we dance* till the tears make the blood’s rain. * It is a well known term used by all the past mystics and as well as by Iqbal. In mystic’s esoterics or arcane signs it means ‘frenzy’ in their beloved Prophet’s love. As such ‘raqs-i-tan’ (dance of booy) means dedication of one’s body for the cause of the Prophet and Allah). Raqs-i.-jan’ means dance of soul.

You hold a high place in the desert’s land; whose eyes are bright like a mirror house grand. Where e’er you wish you may pitch up the tents; but ban a feast there if the tent chords are lent.

Being Muslims we make no home and false ties; from a circle aloof, we are nine skies. He taught us a kowtow from which we know; the price of each god to whom the men how. In East it is a sort of humble way to address oneself as a poor dervesh, as a poor Soov, a sinner. It does not mean actually drunk. It is just an etiquette to address one’s self in an humble way.

To Anglian idols pay not a heed; the worth of her bonds is not a malt’s seed. From the Farooq’s bold eyes borrow a glance; make a fearless jump in the new age hence.