کشادہ دست کرم جب وہ بے نياز کرے

When that Beniaz opens His Graceful Hand: Why should the niazmand be not proud of his humility.

You have confined Him to the Arsh, O preacher! What kind of God would keep away from His people?

In my view he is not a rind at all, O cup-bearer, who would distinguish between ecstasy and lack of it.*

Always remain very attentive to the heart, this orchestra is such if broken, it would produce the music of the Secret.

Somebody should ask how it hurts the preacher, if God shows His Grace even to the sinner.

O God! From where does poetry acquire its heat? This is a thing with which even stone would soften.

Nightingale’s lament comes from discrimination between tulip and rose; no one in the world should open the discriminating eye.

The arrogance of piety has taught the preacher to use abusive language to the people of God.

Such wind should blow from India, O Iqbal which would blow me as dust to Hijaz.