Yoon to ae bazm-e-jahan! dilkash thay hungamay teray

O worldly stage, your spectacles were grand, But sorrow in your onlookers was to be found.

The dust that roamed through Reason's desert-lands, A peace for all such wanderers was to be found.

O Wine, how you have loved your hidden state; Once freed from grapes, in crystal jars was to be found.

True Knowledge could not conquer Beauty's might; Such folly in the world's wise ponderers was to be found.

I sought in vain through Europe's lands, Iqbal, The grace that in Hindustan's heirs was to be found.