Iqbal hasn't doubt of Europe's noble aim,
To every oppressed nation lays a claim.
Oh this wonder. great has The Guide of Church wrought.
By means of electric lamps has lit their thought.
My heart, is grieved for Syria and Palestine,
No known device can e'er unknit this skein.
Of cruel Turkish hold they have got rid;
In culture's snare they too soon have slid!