What should I ask the sages about my origin: I am always wanting to know my goal.

Develop the self so that before every decree God will ascertain from you: ‘What is your wish?’

It is nothing to talk about if I transform base selves into gold: The passion of my voice is the only alchemy I know!

O Comrade, I beheld the secrets of Destiny in them: What should I tell you of those lustrous eyes!

Only if that majzub* of the West were living in these times, Iqbal could have explained to him the ‘I am.’ * Allusion to Nietzsche: the famous self-absorbed German philosopher who could not interpret his inner experience correctly and was therefore misled by his philosophical thoughts.

My heart bleeds from the song of the early morning: O Lord! What is the sin for which this is a punishment?