We venture not beyond the shores—
Being to the senses confined.
But Rumi is an ocean,
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?
‘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 God’s light, becomes the Quran.’