I am only relating to you the story of a mawlavi
I have no intention of showing my smartness
His pious nature was widely known
All the high and low respected him
He used to say that Shari‘ah was veiled in tasawwuf
As meanings were veiled within words
His heart's flask was filled to the brim with piety's wine
He also had lees of the thought of pantology at the bottom
He often used to describe his supernatural powers
He always intended increase of his disciples' numbers
He had been living in my neighborhood since long
The ascetic and the rind were mutual friends since long
The dignitary asked a friend of mine one day
"Iqbal who is a dignitary in the field of literature
How is he in the obedience to the rules of Shari‘ah ?
Though in poetry he is envy of the Kalam of Hamadan
I hear he does not consider the Hindu a non-believer
He has such beliefs as a result of philosophy
He has accepted a little bit of Shiaism also
I have heard the greatness of ‘Ali from him
He considers music as part of adoration
He aims at making a mockery of religion
He does not feel shy with amorous people
This is a very old habit of our poets
He has music at night, Qur’an's recitation in the morning
This secret is not yet fully understood by me
But the information obtained from my disciples is
That spotless like the dawn's whiteness his youth is
He is not Iqbal but a strange mixture of opposites he is
Treasure of wisdom is his heart, but enigmatic his temper is
He knows spiritual freedom as well as the Shari‘ah
Regarding tasawwuf, he is second only to Mansur
I am unable to understand his reality
Founder of another kind of Islam he appears to be"
In short he prolonged his sermon very much
He long continued this wonderful speech
Everyone soon hears all happenings in this city
I myself heard it through my friends in the city
One day as the respected ascetic met me in the street
The old story restarted during the talk in the street
He said, "That accusation was due to my affection
It was my duty to show you the path of the Shari‘ah"
I said, "I have no intention of any complaint at all
It was your right due to being my neighbor
I bow my head respectfully before you
My youth is accustomed to respect for the old
If you do not know the reality about me
It does not show any lack of pantology
I myself do not know my reality
Very deep is the sea of my thoughts
Since long I am also longing to see Iqbal
For long I have shed tears in his separation
Iqbal also is not acquainted with Iqbal
There is no joke in it, by God he is not
I have no intention of showing my smartness
His pious nature was widely known
All the high and low respected him
He used to say that Shari‘ah was veiled in tasawwuf
As meanings were veiled within words
His heart's flask was filled to the brim with piety's wine
He also had lees of the thought of pantology at the bottom
He often used to describe his supernatural powers
He always intended increase of his disciples' numbers
He had been living in my neighborhood since long
The ascetic and the rind were mutual friends since long
The dignitary asked a friend of mine one day
"Iqbal who is a dignitary in the field of literature
How is he in the obedience to the rules of Shari‘ah ?
Though in poetry he is envy of the Kalam of Hamadan
I hear he does not consider the Hindu a non-believer
He has such beliefs as a result of philosophy
He has accepted a little bit of Shiaism also
I have heard the greatness of ‘Ali from him
He considers music as part of adoration
He aims at making a mockery of religion
He does not feel shy with amorous people
This is a very old habit of our poets
He has music at night, Qur’an's recitation in the morning
This secret is not yet fully understood by me
But the information obtained from my disciples is
That spotless like the dawn's whiteness his youth is
He is not Iqbal but a strange mixture of opposites he is
Treasure of wisdom is his heart, but enigmatic his temper is
He knows spiritual freedom as well as the Shari‘ah
Regarding tasawwuf, he is second only to Mansur
I am unable to understand his reality
Founder of another kind of Islam he appears to be"
In short he prolonged his sermon very much
He long continued this wonderful speech
Everyone soon hears all happenings in this city
I myself heard it through my friends in the city
One day as the respected ascetic met me in the street
The old story restarted during the talk in the street
He said, "That accusation was due to my affection
It was my duty to show you the path of the Shari‘ah"
I said, "I have no intention of any complaint at all
It was your right due to being my neighbor
I bow my head respectfully before you
My youth is accustomed to respect for the old
If you do not know the reality about me
It does not show any lack of pantology
I myself do not know my reality
Very deep is the sea of my thoughts
Since long I am also longing to see Iqbal
For long I have shed tears in his separation
Iqbal also is not acquainted with Iqbal
There is no joke in it, by God he is not
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