Unusual in state, distinct from the whole world they are; O Lord! Inhabitants of which habitation these Lovers are?

Even during pathos's cure I desperately love pathos; blisters' thorns have been extracted with needle's point.

O Lord, the garden of my hopes may remain prosperous I have raised these plants watering them with my blood.

The stars' silence at night makes me weep: Strange my Love is, strange my Laments are. * Reference to the Holy Qur'an 2:164 and 3: 190 as well as 2:219-20 (in part) will help appreciating the thought expressed in this verse.

Do not ask me of the pleasure of remaining destitute; hundreds of nests have been made and destroyed by me.

Being a stranger to the journey's companion is not good, O spark! Wait, after all we are also going to disappear.* * A spark is an ephemeral phenomenon, but the spark of Divine Love in the Lover's heart is not ephemeral and does not part with its companion till the end of the life's journey.

Expectation for the houri has taught everything to the preacher; only in appearance simple and straight forward these people are. (This is sarcasm on the half-baked ‘Ulema who give literal interpretation of religious thought and miss it’s inner or real meaning.

Why should not my verses be dear to me, O Iqbal; these the painful laments of my heart are.