Allama Iqbal's Poems
Allama Iqbal's Poem
A Mother's Dream
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One night while sleeping I dreamt Seeing which I began To get impatient I saw that To a place I am going Where everywhere was dark And paths are not reaching As I proceeded With the confidence I gathered A queue I saw Where boys had assembled Emerald-like garment They were wearing In every hand A little lamp was burning Without making any noise To and fro they were moving Lord alone knows Where exactly were they going? While in this thought My son did I find Standing in this set And left behind. He was at the back 'coz he was not quick. The lamp in his hand Was not getting burnt. I said 'Dear One! Remember me. Leaving me behind, Where have you come? Restless I am In your separation Enjoining I am A necklace of tears To us you have showed No concern at all The wound once healed Loyal you are not at all When saw the children My fret and fume Turning his face The reply came If you are sad When from you I separate Neither for your lad Is there any profit (in separation)! Saying this, the child For sometime remained quiet. Then lamp in his hand held He spoke thus: Are you wondering, What to this is happening? Your tears flowing Has barred it from burning. |
On the bough of a tree was seated A nightingale that was saddened Saying that- Over me the night is past And in pecking day is lost! Towards their nest How will they (birds) reach When the shadow of dark Has fastened its glitch When heard this yell and wail Of the nightingale Said the glowworm In a voice so calm With my heart and soul To you I am of avail So what if I am An insect so little? The night is dark Why worry then? All through your route I will enlighten! A torch has Allah given me A radiant lamp has He made me Noble are those ones indeed Whom others find while in need! |
The soul of both of them is impatient and restless, Both of them know not God, and deceive mankind. One lives by production, the other by taxation, And man is a glass caught between two stones. The one puts to rout science, religion, art, The other robs the body of soul, the hand of bread. I have perceived both drowned in water and clay, Both bodily burnished, but utterly dark of heart. Life means a passionate burning, an urge to make, To cast in the dead clay the seed of heart. Note: Iqbal says that communism is the enemy of faith, while Capitalism is the enemy of Humanity. Materialism is the belief of both of them. Life in Communism is production and that of Capitalism is Taxation. |
One day a Spider was telling a Fly 'Everyday on this route you are passing by' But not for once did my fortune trigger That, towards my home you never got nearer It matters not if from strangers you abstain But away from friends you shouldn't remain My home if you come That shall be my honor! That ladder in the front Will reach you to your friend When heard the fly the talk of the Spider-friend (It said) O Sire! Play this game on the ignorant This fly is not among the foolish ones Who goes up your ladder and never returns Hearing this the Spider said, "Ah! You think a traitor I am? A fool like you will nowhere be found. Lord knows from where you came flying? If you remain at my home what is wrong? Many are the things for you to see Although a small hut it is when from outside you see On the doors are hanging curtains very fine On the walls are mirrors that is full of shine Said the fly: Fine! What you say is true but, Your home I will come not. O Lord! Save me from such subtle discourse Once laid on them, then I will never arise! When listened the Spider the talk of the Fly It thought of a plan to bring the little one nigh A hundred things with flattery is got done Everyone in this world is a slave when put this crown These things did the Spider think And said, 'Lord has given u a high rank.' In love I am with your face That began when I saw you at once Your eyes are shining like diamond Your head with a crest has Allah adorned This beauty, this attire, this splendor, this honor And a resurrection it is your flight in the air Pity arose in the fly when heard this flattery It said 'I wish not to cause you any agony' The habit of refusing I believe is bad To break one's heart is in fact bad! Saying this, it flew from its place When it came near, the Spider jumped to lay the seize Hungry was the Spider for many days But now sitting at home, The fly was flown to its place! |
To my mind those Days of past are coming When in the garden was spring And everyone chirping Where is such a freedom nowadays By their own wish one comes and goes Wound upon my heart is going sore As upon the tears of dew smiles the flower That pleasant-seeming picture That lovely-seeming figure Prosperous by which Was my abode In my home is no more coming The cry of those who're humming Had my freedom been In the hands of my own! How misfortunate I am My own home searching I am! My friends in their nation Laying I am in this prison Spring's come Buds of flowers are smiling In this dark home About my fate I am wailing Who in this prison Will my misfortune listen I fear that in this nest Will be my final rest My garden since I left This has been my state Grief with heart is consumed And heart with grief is consumed Take this not as a song O the ones who listen! Of grief-stricken hearts This is the sound of a plaint Free me O warden From this prison I am speechless prisoner Set me free and gain my prayer |
The land where Chishti sounded The message of truth The garden where Nanak sang The song of unity Where the tartars Chose to dwell Which from Arabs Took their hill That is my homeland That is my homeland The land which the Greek Were taken aback From where knowledge and skill, The world did take. Whose truth gave its dust, A gold-like effect. Which in the Turks' garment Filled with diamond That is my homeland That is my homeland Shattered was the star Which in the Persian sky Again saw it endure In our galaxy From where the world heard The voice of accord From where the Arabian Leader Felt coming the Cool Zephyr That is my homeland That is my homeland As Sinai is to Moses the Prophet Such is to the world our mount Where the Ship of the Noah Came to a halt Whose land is so high As a ladder to roof of sky Living in whose surroundings Is like the abode of paradise. That is my homeland That is my homeland |
Oh you, solace for us, the downtrodden, Deliver the community from fear of death. You destroyed Lat and Manat of old, And revived the timeworn world. Meditation and remembrance of man and jinn, You are the morning, prayer of Azan. Burning and ecstasy is from la-llah. We made no god from quadruped, Nor bowed low before the hermit, Nor bend the knee before ancient gods, Nor circumambulated round palaces of kings. This, too, among your countless favors, Our thought is the product of your teachings. You remembrance the wealth of joy and ardor, Which keeps the millet proud in poverty. Goal and destination of every wayfarer, Your desire is in the heart of each traveler. Our harp, alas, has become so mute, Plectrum is a burden upon its strings. |
On my lips is coming a wish-like prayer Lord! May my life burn like a candle-like fire! With my breath may the darkness depart, With my light let every corner ignite. Let my breath add to the beauty of my nation Like how a flower adds to the beauty of a garden I wish my life were a moth, O lord! In love if I was with the flame of knowledge, O Lord! May my task be to defend the poor To love those who at heart are weak and sore O My Allah! Save me from doing what is bad On the path that is right, on that You lead! |
Few More poems:
Profit for one, but Death for many
The Choice is yours
The Glory of a Woman
The Ideal Woman
The Materialistic Culture
The shrine of your street is my refuge!
The world of Body vs. World of Soul
The ultimate aim of Ego
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