At Napoleon’s Tomb
Josh-e-Kirdar Se Khl Jate Hain Taqdeer Ke Raaz
Strange, strange the fates that govern this world of stress and strain,
But in the fires of action fate’s mysteries are made plain.
Koh-e-Alwand Huwa Js Ki Harart Se Gudaz
The sword of Alexander rose sun‐like form that blaze
To make the peaks of Alwand run molten in its rays.
Sail Ke Samne Kya Shay Hai Nashaib Aur Faraz
Action’s loud storm called Timur’s all‐conquering torrent down—
And what to such wild billows are fortune’s smile or frown?
Josh-e-Kirdar Se Banti Hai Khuda Ki Awaz
The prayers of God’s folk treading the battlefield’s red sod,
Forged in that flame of action become the voice of God!
Ewz-e-Yak Do Nafs Qabar Ki Shab Haye Daraz
But only a brief moment is granted to the brave—
One breath or two, whose wage is the long nights of the grave.
Haliya Galghala Dar Gunbad-e-Aflak Andaz”
Then silence at last the valley of silence is our goal,
Beneath this vault of heaven let our deeds’ echoes roll!