In this world wonderful, colourful

The panting human, doing needful!

The heart doth desire the sublime

The beyond, will the soul climb

But Oh, how shall I say it all!

To exist, doth the human fall!

In the sky, though many a star

 Each from the other afar

As me, each forlorn in solitude

Wandering around with fortitude

Is the world then my stage?

Or am I but in a cage?!

Wailing aloud, my lament unfortunate

“Wither, wither my soul-mate?!”

(Tr. From Iqbal’s Javed Namah)