Ae Rooh-e-Muhammad (S.A.W.)
Invocation To The Soul Of Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him)
Shiraza Huwa Millat-e-Marhoom Ka Abtar
Ab Tu Hi Bata, Tera Musalman Kidhar Jaye!
The bonds that in past, like bundle knit, The Faithful Fold, have now been split!
Please let Muslims know, What to do and where to go?
Woh Lazzat-e-Ashob Nahin Beher-e-Arab Mein
Poshidah Jo Hai Mujh Mein, Woh Toofan Kidhar Jaye
The Arabian Sea is quite bereft , Of stir, there rise no waves and crest;
The tempest that in me is hid, Has no place to spread and skid!
Har Chand Hai Be-Qafla-o-Rahla-o-Zaad
Iss Koh-o-Bayaban Se Hudi Khawan Kidhar Jaye
Caravan has left the tramp alone, But mount or food he does not own:
Where can the singing cameleer go, Who rides on hill and waste to and fro!
Iss Raaz Ko Ab Fash Kar Ae Rooh-e-Muhammad (S.A.W.)
Ayaat-e-Elahi Ka Nigheban Kidhar Jaye!
O Soul, whom God for message chose! This secret hid to me disclose:
Some light on this problem throw, Where may the guard of Godʹs portents go?
Invocation To The Soul Of Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him)
Shiraza Huwa Millat-e-Marhoom Ka Abtar
Ab Tu Hi Bata, Tera Musalman Kidhar Jaye!
The bonds that in past, like bundle knit, The Faithful Fold, have now been split!
Please let Muslims know, What to do and where to go?
Woh Lazzat-e-Ashob Nahin Beher-e-Arab Mein
Poshidah Jo Hai Mujh Mein, Woh Toofan Kidhar Jaye
The Arabian Sea is quite bereft , Of stir, there rise no waves and crest;
The tempest that in me is hid, Has no place to spread and skid!
Har Chand Hai Be-Qafla-o-Rahla-o-Zaad
Iss Koh-o-Bayaban Se Hudi Khawan Kidhar Jaye
Caravan has left the tramp alone, But mount or food he does not own:
Where can the singing cameleer go, Who rides on hill and waste to and fro!
Iss Raaz Ko Ab Fash Kar Ae Rooh-e-Muhammad (S.A.W.)
Ayaat-e-Elahi Ka Nigheban Kidhar Jaye!
O Soul, whom God for message chose! This secret hid to me disclose:
Some light on this problem throw, Where may the guard of Godʹs portents go?
I'm a fan of iqbal's poetry.keep posting more.
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