Both the Turkish and the fresh are sweet, but the letter/word of love is neither Turkish nor fresh.

This couplet by Allama Iqbal is a beautiful meditation on the nature of love's intoxication. He contrasts the alluring beauty of the Turkish culture and the fresh scent of spring with the enduring, profound sweetness of the word of love. The message is clear: while external beauties fade, the pure, heartfelt word of love remains eternally sweet and irresistible. It speaks to the permanence of true emotion.