O worldly congregation! Though your gatherings were attractive; some degree of melancholy there was in your spectacles.

Finally that dust acquired comfort in Love, which had been wandering long in Intellect's wilderness.

O Wine! How much enamored you were with the custom of concealment; after emerging from grape's veil you were concealed in the decanter.

Knowledge could not comprehend the Beauty's effect; so much ignorance prevailed in all the world's sages.

O Iqbal! I have searched for it in Europe in vain; the characteristic which was in the beauties of India.