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)