To me this burning a boon of thy glow,
Thy fontís wine is waving in my vine so.
In shame the Joinís realm to my content bows,
With thee as my heart had tete-a-tete close.1

1.         The underlying thought Iqbal says in a verse in Bal-e-Jibreel, page 138.

The Jum feels small at my contentís fame,
As my heart is beating in thy loveís flame.
To Dara and Eck that dervesh is great,
In want who can keep a lionís pluck and trait.

Eck. a dim: of Alexander.
Dara; viz. Darius.