Muhammed Iqbal

mohabbat ka junuu
N baaqii nahii
n hai musalamaano
n me

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SH
AB
AB

The earth and sky were unknown worlds to
Only the expanse of mother's bosom was a world to
Every movement was a symbol of life's pleasure to
My own speech was like a meaningless word to

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An  SE
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An

Consumed with grief I am,
I get relief in no wayO circumambient waters of the Ganges drown
Our land foments excessive mutual
What unity

Original:
Urdulab pe aatii hai duaa banake tamannaa merii zindagii shammaa kii surat ho Khudaayaa merii duur duniyaa kaa mere dam a
Ndheraa no jaaye har jagah mere chamakane se ujaalaa ho jaaye ho mere dam se yuu
N hii mere watan ki...

tere ishq kii intahaa chaahataa huu
N merii saadagii dekh kyaa chaahataa huu
N sitam ho ki ho vaadaa-e-behijaabii ko_ii baat sabr-aazamaa chaahataa huu
N ye jannat mubaarak rahe zaahido

CH
AH Don
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AN

O Himalah
O rampart of the realm of India
Bowing down, the sky kisses your
Your condition does not show any signs of old age You are young in the midst of day and night's alternation

My stuff is so vile,
I am less than dustwhile your gleam rends the mirror's heart
My darkness lights the chafing-dishbefore I am incinerated
A miner's boottramples my head, covering me with ashes

One day Intellect said to the heart"A guide to the misguided ones I
Being on the earth I reach up to the
Look, how deep in comprehension I
Guidance on earth is my sole

The sun's boat is broken and drowned in the
But a piece is floating about on the water of the
The twilight's pure blood drips into the sky's
Has the lancet of Nature drawn the sun's blood

O Candle
I am also an afflicted person in the world
Constant complaint is my lot in the manner of the
Love gave the warmth of internal pathos to you It made me the florist selling blood-mixed tears Whether you be the candle of a cel...

Why should I be destructive and remain reckless of betterment
Think not of the future, remain occupied in today’s problems
Should I hear nightingale’s  wails, and remain completely silent
O companion

I am constantly reminded of the bygone
Those garden's springs, those chorus of
Gone are the freedoms of our own
Where we could come and go at our own

O Sun
The world's essence and motivator you
The organizer of the book of the world you
The splendor of existence has been created by