We venture not beyond the shores: Being to the senses confined. But Rumi is an ocean, stormy, mysterious. Iqbal! Thou, too, art moving in that band of men: That band of men of passion, of which Rumi is the guide; Rumi, they say, is the guiding light for freedom; has he, indeed, a message for the age we live in?

Reply: ‘Eat not hay and corn like donkeys; eat of thy choice like the musk-deer: He dies who eats hay and corn. He who eats God’s light, becomes the Quran.’