Alas! The mullah and the priest, conduct their sermons so that despite their efforts great, the hearts of listeners fail to glow.

O fellow stupid, get firm belief, for faith upon you can bestow: Dervishhood of such lofty brand ’fore which the mighty monarchs bow.

Disunion’s ache that I do feel a thousand hues and garbs can don: To rapture and surprise converts, anon to sighs of early morn.

Secrets of love and passion strong transcend the ken of earthy breed: This much alone I learnt that death of heart disunion means indeed.

The Fair with His own Beauty drunk is impelled to cast the Veil aside: The reasons of His remaining hid within my own dim sight abide.

The rules that govern the Turn of Fate no one can ever understand, else the heirs to Tamerlane were brave like those of Turkish Land.

How have the beggars of the Shrine brought Iqbal within their fold, though monarchs great and princes strong a falcon white can’t get in hold?