Muhammed Iqbal

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

Perched on the branch of a
Was a nightingale sad and lonely"The night has drawn near",
He was thinking"I passed the day in flying around and
How can I reach up to the

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O Pathos of Love
You are a glossy
Beware, you should not appear among
The theatre of your display is concealed under the

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mohabbat ka junuu
N baaqii nahii
n hai musalamaano
n me

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

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

Through you the secret was revealed to the human
That innumerable enigmas are solved by human
You were the complete soul, literary assembly was your
You adorned as well as remained veiled from the

There was a verdant pasture
Whose land was the very picture of
How can the beauty of that elegance be
Brooks of sparkling water were running on every

Whatever comes out of the heart is
It has no wings but has the power of
It has holy origins, it aims at
It rises from dust, but has access to the celestial world My love was seditious, rebellious and clever My fearless wailing rent ...

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