The Message of Love

Listen O seeker of heart’s pathos! I am Naz, you should become Niaz I am the Ghaznavi of heart’s Somnath, you completely become Ayaz

Greatness in the world is not associated with the Alexander’s splendor Your breast has everything, you should also become the maker of mirrors

The aim of life’s struggle is perfection of your Crescent’s grandeur You are the world’s oldest Divine Command, be fulfilled like prayer

Be not contented, O gardener, your dignity is established by this alone If flowers abound in the garden, you should become a more ardent beggar

Gone are those days, these are not the times for wandering in wilderness Become melted in the world like the congregation’s lighted candle

The individual’s existence is unreal, the nation’s existence is real Be devoted to the nation, become destroyer of the unreal’s magic

Iqbal! These sectarians of India are working like Azar Saving your skirt from idols become the dust of the way of Hijaz.