The Wine Remaining Ghazal-21
The intellect’s deceitfulness Is worthy of remark: It is the leader of the caravan, Yet fond of highway robbery.
Do not seek guidance from That jack of all trades, intellect. Apply to Love, for it is perfect in The only art it practises.
Although the West converses with the stars, Beware, There is in all it does A taint of sorcery.
What can I say concerning life And death? For in this ancient inn Life is slow death, And death life’s final agony.
Pull up your horse sometimes At the graves of us martyrs; Our silence has Something to say.
Pitch your tent in the desert of Arabia again, For Persia is convivial company, Which has stale wine And breakable wine cups.
No city shaykh, no poet, and No holy man, Iqbal Is but a roadside beggar, but He has a proud, contented heart.