For love the world came from thee the love’s flame,
In love the hidden joy thy old wine’s game.
I know only one thing from the Gabe’s tune,
That he took his glamour from thy moon’s boon.

2nd Version

For the world of love the fount is thee,
Thy old wine gives a constant glee.
The Gabe but told only one thing to me,
That he is a drop while you are a sea.

1        In line 4 Iqbal used mirror against which I have written moon since function of both is the same viz, reflection of light.