Maqam-e-Shauq Mein Hain Sub Dil-o-Nazar Ke Raqeeb
Knowledge and reason work in manner strange,
In case of Love ’gainst heart and sight they range.
Masael-e-Nazari Mein Ulajh Gya Hai Khateeb
The end of Muslim folk I know full well,
On theoretic points their preachers dwell.
Meri Nawa Mein Nahin Taair-e-Chaman Ka Naseeb
Though bird of mead hovers my lodge around,
Yet has no share of my melodious sound.
Sunaye Kon Usse Iqbal Ka Ye Shair-e-Ghareeb
The Turks, I hear, between the lines can read,
Who can this verse so odd convey with speed?
Samajh Rahe Hain Woh Yourap Ko Hum-Jawaar Apna
Sitare Jin Ke Nasheman Se Hain Zaida Qareeb!
"You take the West for neighbor sweet and dear,
Though Stars to land of yours are close and near."