To me this
burning a boon of thy glow,
Thy font's wine is waving in my vine so.
In shame the Join's realm to my content bows,
With thee as my heart had tete-a-tete close.1
. The underlying thought Iqbal says in a verse in
Bal-e-Jibreel, page 138.
The Jum feels small at my
As my heart is beating in thy love's flame.
To Dara and Eck that dervesh is great,
In want who can keep a lion's pluck and trait.
dim: of Alexander.
Dara; viz. Darius.