XIII-V

The dance you now play in this or that way,
Is just a drug’s kick, a bliss to soul nay
In wake of whites so? You play feet, lo!
No blood boils ever in thy-own-veins so!¹

1.         Iqbal gives this idea in an’ther verse in Javed Namah, page 208.
O I the whole solace of a restless heart,
Could you ever learn the soul dancing art.
A hint of faith of the Prophet I say,
From my grave’s retreat for thee I would pray.

 Kick; (in fig sense) pleasure, excitement.
Bliss; joy.