– Allama Iqbal
Round you the universe rotates,
From you I beg a kindly glance.
My knowledge, thought meditation are you,
My boat, ocean and storm are you.
The shrine of your street is my refuge, hopefully have I run unto you.
Ah! The agony of my body and soul,
A glance of yours is the sovereign remedy.
Like Busiri I beg deliverance from you,
That the day that was may never return again.
Your mercy on the sinners is greater,
In forgiveness it is like mother’s love.