Give me a sweet tone that by my breath own, like torch I may lit up my flute’s gay tone (love tone). (In this chapter Iqbal is addressing whole mankind without distinction of cast and creed.)

Leave thy solitude cell for a while please, ope thy bosom thus from the morning breeze. For a tempo to world’s hustle and thrill, raise thy tune and tone to song bird’s trill (sing a musical note with a trill).