There is no doubt that Persian verse,
Like music of the harp and lute,
Is full of joy and has much charm,
Yet sword or Self it makes not sharp.
Much good that birds which. chirp and sing
At morning early rise and bloom,
Give tip their songs, if can't dispel
This earthly meadow's murk and gloom.
A mighty stroke with case can cleave
A mountain high and big in twain
If fails to shake the founds of Chosroe's throne.
Is useless quite and fully vain.
Iqbal much strife is needed in present age
Which needs chiselling rocks and crushing stone
Shun case, in mirror do not peep,
And let such things remain alone.