The dance you
now play in this or that way,
Is just a drugís 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 aníther
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 graveís retreat for thee I would pray.
(in fig sense) pleasure, excitement.