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Time
Qareeb Tar Hai Namood Jis Ki Ussi Ka Mushtaq Hai Zamana
What was, has faded: what is, is fading: but of these words few can tell the worth;
Time still is gaping with expectation of what is nearest its hour of birth.
Main Apni Tasbeeh-e-Roz-o-Shab Ka Shumar Karta Hon Dana Dana
New tidings slowly come drop by drop from my pitcher gurgling of time’s new sights,
As I count over the beads strung out on my threaded rosary of days and nights.
Kisi Ka Raakab, Kisi Ka Markab, Kisi Ko Ibrat Ka Taziyana
With each man friendly, with each I vary, and have a new part at my command:
To one the rider, to one the courser, to one the whiplash of reprimand.
Mera Tareeka Nahin Ke Rakh Loon Kisi Ki Khatar Mai’ay Shabana
If in the circle you were not numbered, was it your own fault or mine?
To humor no‐one am I accustomed to keep untasted the midnight wine!
Hadaf Se Baigana Teer Uss Ka, Nazar Nahin Jis Ki Arfana
No planet‐gazer can ever see through my winding mazes; for when the eye
That aims it sees by no lights from Heaven, the arrow wavers and glances by.
Tulu-e-Farda Ka Muntazir Reh Ke Dosh-o-Amroz Hai Fasana
That is no dawn at the Western skyline—it is a bloodbath, that ruddy glow!
Await to‐morrow; our yesterday and to‐day are legends of long ago.
Ussi Ki Betab Bijliyon Se Khatr Mein Hai Uss Ka Ashiyana
From Nature’s forces their reckless science has stripped the garments away, until
At last its own nesting‐place is scorched by the restless lightning it cannot still:
Girah Bhanwar Ki Khule To Kyunkar, Bhanwar Hai Taqeer Ka Bahana
To them the trade‐wind belongs, the sky‐way, to them the ocean, to them the ship—
It shall not serve them to calm the whirlpool by which their fate holds them in its grip!
Jise Farangi Muqamiron Ne Bana Diya Hai Qimar Khana
But now a new world is being born, while this old one sinks out of sight of men,
This world the gamblers of Europe turned into nothing else than a gambling‐den.
Woh Mard-e-Darvesh Jis Ko Haq Ne Diye Hain Andaz-e-Khusarwana
That man will still keep his lantern burning, however tempests blow strong and cold,
Whose soul is centred on high, whose temper the Lord has cast in the royal mould.
No words to express my feeling about Iqbal's both Poetry and himself. No Substitute of Iqbal and can never be.
ReplyDeletevry vry vry nyc...k bolo mujy to alfaaz he nai mil rehe tareef k liye
ReplyDeletekoshish karo ga ay burgy-e-burter
k tera pyaaam puhnchao is jahan k log tak....!!
If one gives lessons in Allama's poetry every day to one's children then
ReplyDeletechildren will on the right path,lessening the worries of the parents.
I didnt read the poetry i actually felt it running in my blood, beauty at its best.
ReplyDeleteReally nice.........
ReplyDeletelove it
ReplyDeletebring us near to real kingdom of knowledge thanks we have Iqbal Saab
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It was not SIR IQBAL who has created these golden words....only the pen was of Dr. Iqbal, only writing was of Iqbal but all dictated by the Great Almighty Allah who was the lover of Iqbal.
ReplyDeletebut mushkil Shir hn ALLAMA IQBAL
ReplyDeleteALLAMA IQAL is the best poeter
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ReplyDeleteit like it.
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Heart touching garland woven beads piercing the core of heart
ReplyDeleteBecause Iqbal wrote not poetry but tafseer e Quran...
ReplyDeleteIqbal's poetry somehow pierces right through your entire being down to your soul. Athar Bhai once quoted Faiz Sahib as saying "Don't compare me to Iqbal-a day I read Iqbal in the morning it's impossible for me to read someone else that day" No tribute can excel Faiz Sahib's.
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