To God the angels did complain ’gainst Iqbal and did say that rude and insolent is he, Nature he paints much gay.

Though born of mud and water, yet a god assumes to be: Not bound to any home or land, of earthly ties is free.

To throngs of Heaven he has taught, like man, to fret and pine. To clay-made man he fain would teach the wont and mode divine.