– 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.