(In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful)

(In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful)

Poetry of Allama Iqbal

Sar Shak-E-Chashm-E-Muslim Mein Hai Neesan Ka Asar Paida
Khalil-Allah (A.S.) Ke Darya Mein Hon Ge Phir Guhar Paida

The effect of the spring‐rain is born in the tears of the Muslims.
Pearls will be born again in the sea of the Friend of God.

Kitab-E-Millat-E-Baiza Ki Phir Sheeraza Bandi Hai
Ye Shakh-E-Hashmi Karne Ko Hai Phir Barg-E-Bar Paida

This book of the Radiant Community is receiving a new binding;
The Hashimite branch is once more ready to bring forth new leaves and fruit.

Rubood Aan Turk Sheerazi Dil-E-Tabraiz-O-Kabil Ra
Saba Karti Hai Buay Gul Se Apna Hamsafar Paida

The Turk of Shiraz has ravished the heart of Tabriz and Kabul;
The morning breeze makes the scent of the rose its companion on the road.

Agar Usmaniyon Par Koh-E-Gham Toota To Kya Gham Hai
Ke Khoon-E-Sad Hazar Anjum Se Hoti Hai Sahar Paida

If a mountain of grief collapsed upon the Ottomans, then why lament?
For the dawn arises from the blood of a hundred thousand stars.

Jahan Baani Se Hai Dushwar Tar Kar-E-Jahan Beeni
Jigar Khoon Ho To Chashm-E-Dil Mein Hoti Hai Nazar Paida

More difficult than the conquest of the world is the task of seeing the world;
When the heart is reduced to blood, only then does the eye of the heart receive its sight.

Hazaron Saal Nargis Apni Benoori Pe Roti Hai
Bari Mushkil Se Hota Hai Chaman Mein Didahwar Paida

For a thousand years the narcissus has been lamenting its blindness;
With great difficulty the one with true vision is born in the garden.

Nawa Pera Ho Ae Bulbul Ke Ho Tere Taranum Se
Kabootar Ke Tan-E-Nazuk Mein Shaheen Ka Jigar Paida

Burst into song, oh nightingale! so that from your melody
The spirit of the royal falcon may arise in the delicate body of the dove!

Tere Seene Mein Hai Poshida Raaz-E-Zindagi Keh De
Musalman Se Hadees-E-Soz-O-Saaz-E-Zindagi Keh De

The secret of life is hidden in your breast—then tell it;
Tell the Muslims the account of the burning and re‐making of life.

Khuda’ay Lam Yazil Ka Dast-E-Qudrat Tu, Zuban Tu Hai
Yaqeen Paida Kar Ae Ghafil Ke Maghloob-E-Guman Tu Hai

You are the ever‐powerful hand and the tongue of the eternal God;
Give birth to certainty, of negligent one, for your are laid low by doubt.

Pare Hai Charakh-E-Neeli Faam Se Manzil Musalman Ki
Sitare Jis Ki Gard-E-Rah Hon, Woh Karwan Tu Hai

The goal of the Muslim lies beyond the blue sky;
You are the caravan, which the stars follow as dust on the road.
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