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O worldly congregation! Though your gatherings were attractive
Some degree of melancholy there was in your spectacles |
Finally that dust acquired comfort in Love
Which had been wandering long in Intellect’s wilderness |
O Wine! How much enamored you were with the custom of concealment
After emerging from grape’s veil you were concealed in the decanter |
Knowledge could not comprehend the Beauty’s effect
So much ignorance prevailed in all the world’s sages |
O Iqbal! I have searched for it in Europe in vain
The characteristic which was in the beauties of India |
Translated by: M.A.K. Khalil |
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