Falasteeni Arab Se
To The Palestinian Arabs
Zamana Ab Bhi Nahin Jis Ke Souz Se Farig
Mein Janta Hun Woh Atish Tere Wujood Mein Hai
I know the fire that burns throughout your frame,
The lands of world still fear its scorching flame.
Teri Dawa Na Geneva Mein Hai, Na London Mein
Farang Ki Rag-e-Jaan Panja-e-Yahood Mein Hai
Your cure in Geneva or London you canʹt trace,
Wind‐pipe of Franks is gripped by Jewish race.
Suna Hai Main Ne, Ghulami Se Ummaton Ki Nijat
Khudi Ki Parwarish-o-Lazzat-e-Namood Mein Hai
I know that subject nations freedom gain,
If they would nourish self, display its main.
To The Palestinian Arabs
Zamana Ab Bhi Nahin Jis Ke Souz Se Farig
Mein Janta Hun Woh Atish Tere Wujood Mein Hai
I know the fire that burns throughout your frame,
The lands of world still fear its scorching flame.
Teri Dawa Na Geneva Mein Hai, Na London Mein
Farang Ki Rag-e-Jaan Panja-e-Yahood Mein Hai
Your cure in Geneva or London you canʹt trace,
Wind‐pipe of Franks is gripped by Jewish race.
Suna Hai Main Ne, Ghulami Se Ummaton Ki Nijat
Khudi Ki Parwarish-o-Lazzat-e-Namood Mein Hai
I know that subject nations freedom gain,
If they would nourish self, display its main.
nice blog yar
ReplyDeletei love iqbal poetry
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ReplyDeleteKaMAL , Translation Kamal
ReplyDeleteparang here means the west not only french
ReplyDeletebest blog and best poetry
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