Quatrains-5-8

(5)

Rescue me please from wisdom’s narrowness And from excessive light, its plentifulness.

It deigns to cast looks at others, that is, The eye of Muslims’ shamelessness!

(6)

Iqbal said to the Shaykh of the Ka'bah: 'Who went to sleep under the very arch in the mosque?'

A voice sounded from the walls of the mosque: 'Who became lost in the idol‐house of the West?'

(7)

The old flame of desires has grown cold As the Muslims’ veins hot-blood no longer hold.

Greetings to the idols for my secularism For flame of Allah Hoo’s cheers is dead, behold!

(8)

The talk of Muslim is interesting, His heart warm, breath light and gaze arresting.

O who can catch a glimpse of him, for he Though the very soul of company, is by himself resting!