A LETTER FROM EUROPE
We venture not beyond the shores
Being to the senses confined.
But Rumi is an ocean,
Stormy, mysterious.
Iqbal! Thou, too, art moving
In that band of men--
That band of men of passion,
Of which Rumi is the guide,
Rumi, they say,
Is the guiding light for freedom;
Has he, indeed, a message,
For the age we live in?
REPLY
Eat not hay and corn like donkeys;
Eat of thy choice like the musk-deer;
He dies who eats hay and corn,
He who eats Gods light, becomes the Quran.