iqbal pics poetry

[mudasserullah]

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.

[mudasserullah]

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.

[mudasserullah]

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’.

[mudasserullah]

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.

[mudasserullah]

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?

[mudasserullah]

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!

[mudasserullah]

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.

[mudasserullah]

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.

[mudasserullah]

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.

[mudasserullah]

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.