'SONG OF THE ANGLES

Reason is unbridled yet,
Love is still a dream;
Thy work remains unfinished still,
O Craftsman of Eternity!

The days and nights revolve,
Unfolding evils new;
The rulers of body and soul,
Are ruthless tyrants, all.

The rich are drunk with wealth;
The pious are drunk with piety;
The homeless wander in the streets,
The lords of palaces are Olympian.

Learning, religion, art and science,
Are all slaves of greed;
Thy love that solves all riddles,
Has yet to shower its blessings.

ALLAMA MUHAMMAD IQBAL'