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The morning sun

Far from the ignoble strife of Man's tavern you

The wine-cup adorning the sky's assemblage you

The jewel which should be the pearl of the morning's bride's ear you are The ornament which would be the pride of horizon's forehead you

The blot of night's ink from time's page has been removed!

The star from sky like a spurious picture has been removed!

When from the roof of the sky your beauty

Effect of sleep's wine suddenly from eyes

Perception's expanse gets filled with

Though opens only the material eye your

The spectacle which the eyes seek is

The effulgence which would open the insight is

The desires for freedom were not fulfilled in this

We remained imprisoned in chains of dependence all

The high and the low are alike for your eyeI too have longing for such a discerning

May my eye shedding tears in sympathy for others' woes be!

May my heart free from the prejudice of nation and customs be!

May my tongue be not bound with discrimination of

May mankind be my nation, the whole world my country

May secret of Nature's organization clear to my insight

May smoke of my imagination's candle rising to the sky

May search for secrets of opposites not make me restless!

May the Love-creating Beauty in everything appear to me!

If the rose petals get damaged by the

May its pain dropping from my eye as a tear

May the heart contain that little spark of Love's

The light of which may contain the secret of the

May my heart not mine but the Beloved's mirror be!

May no thought in my mind except human sympathy be!

If you cannot endure the hardships of the tumultuous worldO the Great Luminary that is not the mark of greatness!

As you are not aware of your world-decorating

You cannot be equal to a speck of dust at the Man's door!

The light of Man eager for the Spectacle ever remained And you obligated to the tomorrow's morning ever

Longing for the Light of the Truth is only in our

Abode of Lailah of desire for search is only in this

Opening of the difficult knot,

Oh what a pleasure it is!

The pleasure of universal gain in our endless effort is!

Your bosom is unacquainted with the pain of

You are not familiar with searching of the secrets of

Explanatory Note1.

Man always had the elevated status of searching for the secrets of the Existence and the Essence of God, but you have remained in need of waiting for the morning every day to be able to rise and gain eminence.

This shows the superiority of Man over the sun

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Muhammed Iqbal

Muhammed Iqbal. (9 November 1877 – 21 April 1938) was a Muslim poet, philosopher and politician from Punjab, British India, whose poetry in Urdu…

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