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.
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.