This ghazal, though apparently simple, is fairly mystical and ends on the note of sarcasm on the people whose piety is only for outward show.
The life of Man is no more than a breath!
Breath is a wave of air, it is no more than a flow
The flower was depicting life as a smile, but
The candle said that it is no more than a cry of grief !
The secret of life is a secret till there is a confidante
When it is open, it is nothing more than the confidante !
Somebody should ask the pilgrims of Ka'bah, O Iqbal
Is the gift of the Haram nothing more than Zamzam?