|To God the angels did complain 'Gainst Iqbal and did say|
That rude and insolent is he, nature he paints much gay.
|Though born of mud and water, yet a god assumes to be:|
Not bound to any home or land, of earthly ties is free.
|To throngs of Heaven he has taught, like man, to fret and pine.|
To clay-made man he fain would teach the wont and mode divine.
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah