Explore the mysteries of’ fate, as I have done,
And have come out unscathed, a naked sword in the fight.
Someone audacious wrote on the mosque’s wall:
‘These fools prostrated, when it was time to stand.’
Do not be ashamed at my poverty— remember:
When the cup came round to me, all my comrades had gone.
Iqbal had only his passion to offer to India’s Muslims;
He was a complacent man. and served the likes of him.