Call me to account away from his sight,
Iqbal referring to judgement day and requesting that his account be taken away from the Prophet's sight (peace be upon him and his family)
The song of love for him fills my silent reed,
A hundred notes throb on my bossom.
What to speak of the praises I sing of him,
Even the block of dry wood wept at parting from him.
Reference to the famous event of the pulpit.
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