Alama Iqbal's Poetry

Ilama iqbal's poetry 

Urdu , English and in Roman English languages.

Daleel-E-Subah-E-Roshan Hai Sitaron Ki Tunak Tabi
Ufaq Se Aftab Ubhra, Gya Dour-E-Garan Khawabi

The dimness of the stars is evidence of the bright morning.
The sun has risen over the horizon; the time of deep slumber has passed.

Urooq-E-Murda’ay Mashriq Mein Khoon-E-Zindagi Dora
Samajh Sakte Nahin Iss Raaz Ko Seena-O-Farabi

The blood of life runs in the veins of the dead East:
Avicenna and Farabi cannot understand this secret.

Musalman Ko Musalman Kar Diya Toofan-E-Maghrib Ne
Talatum Haye Darya Hi Se  Hai Gohar Ki Seerabi

The storm in the West made Muslims Muslims.
Pearls are produced in abundance from the very buffetings of the sea.

Atta Momin Ko Phir Dargah-E-Haq Se Hone Wala Hai
Shikoh-E-Turkamani, Zehan-E-Hindi, Nutq-E-Arabi

The true believers are once more to receive from the court of God
The glory of the Turkamans, the intellect of the Indians and the eloquence of the Arabs.

Asar Kuch Khawab Ka Ghunchon Mein Baqi Hai To Ae Bulbul !
“Nawa Ra Talakh Tar Mee Zan Choo Zauq-E-Nagma Kmyabi”

If there is still some trace of sleep left in the buds, my nightingale,
Then make your songs more plaintive, for you found their desire to hear your melody too little.

Note: The italicized line is translated from the poet Urfi Shirazi. Iqbal also used it in his poem ‘Urfi’.

Tarap Sehan-E-Chaman Mein, Ashiyan Mein, Shakhsaron Mein
Juda Pare Se Ho Sakti Nahin Taqdeer-E-Seemabi

Whether your agitation be in the courtyard of the garden, in the nest, in the leafy branches—
This quicksilver‐destiny cannot be separated from mercury.

Woh Chashm-E-Paak Been Kyun Zeenat-E-Bargistawan Dekhe
Nazar Ati Hai Jis Ko Mard-E-Ghazi Ki Jigar Tabi

Why should that pure‐seeing eye look at the glitter of armour on the horse
When it sees the valour of the holy warrior?

Zameer-E-Lala Mein Roshan Charagh-E-Arzoo Kar De
Chaman Ke Zarre Zarre Ko Shaheed-E-Justujoo Kar De

Make the lamp of desire bright in the heart of the tulip!
Make every particle of the garden a martyr to search!