Zindagi insaan ki ek dam ke siwa kuchh bhi nahin

Human life is nothing more than a single breath; And breath, a wave of air, is naught but a fleeting rush.

The smiling rose was calling it life, and yet The candle spoke: "It is naught but the weeping of sorrow."

The secret of existence is a secret, until there is one who knows; The moment it is revealed, it is nothing but the one who knows.

Let someone ask the pilgrims to the Kaaba, Iqbal, Is the gift of the Haram nothing more than Zamzam?