Thy splendor is manifest in thunder, in fire, in spark. Thy luster is evident in the moon, in the sun, in the star.

Thy elegance exists in skies' heights, and in earths' depths; It is in the ocean's flow, and in falling behind of the shore.

Why should Shariah be the accuser of the eloquence' taste? I only conceal the meaning of my heart in metaphors.

The real life in Man is pervading in everything: It is in tree, in flower, in animal, in stone, in star. (Real Life: Means the Love of God and the Longing to see and know Him.)

The heat of the drop of Love's tear has consumed me: Boundless fire existed in this little drop of water.

There is no longing in me for reward of the Judgment Day; I am the merchant who sees profit in the loss.

Being unaware of tranquillity is existence for it O God! Restlessness of which heart is residing in mercury?

O Iqbal I am silent after hearing the call of ‘Lan Tarani’. Being afflicted with separation I have no strength for importunity.