|What should I ask the sages about my origin:|
I am always wanting to know my goal.
|Develop the self so that before every decree|
God will ascertain from you: “What is your wish?”
|It is nothing to talk about if I transform base selves into gold:|
The passion of my voice is the only alchemy I know!
|O Comrade, I beheld the secrets of Destiny in them—|
What should I tell you of those lustrous eyes!
|Only if that majzub of the West were living in these times, |
Iqbal could have explained to him the ‘I am.’
|My heart bleeds from the song of the early morning:|
O Lord! What is the sin for which this is a punishment?
Translated by: K. A. Shafique