Iqbal In Masjid-E-Qartaba
Chain of days and nights-artificer of all events
Chain of days and nights –fountain of life and of death
Chain of days and nights=thread of two-colored silk
Of which the Being makes the robe of His Attributes
Chain of days and nights-sigh of eternity’s music
Where He of all possibility sounds the height and depth
Thee it puts to test and me it puts to test
Day and night in procession, testers of all this world
If thou art of less value and it I am of less value
Find in death our reward and in dissolution our wage
Of your day and night what other meaning but this
One long current time, devoid of dawn and sunset?
All those masterpieces of Art, transitory and impermanent
All in this world is of sand, all in this world is of sand
Death the beginning and end, death to the visible and hidden
New be the pattern or old, its final halting-place is death
Yet in this design of things, something unending endures
Wrought by some man of God into perfection’s mould
Some high mortal whose work shines with the light of love
Love is the essence of life, death to which is forbidden
Long current of Time, string and swift though it is
Love itself is a tide, stemming all opposite waves
In the almanac of Love, apart from the present time
Other ages exist, ages which have no name
Love is the breath of Gabriel, Love is the Prophet’s heart
Love the envoy of God, Love the utterance of God
Under the ecstasy of Love our moral clay is bright
Love is an unripe wine, Love is a cup for the noble
Love is the legist of Harem, Love is the commander of hosts
Love is the son of travel, countless its habitations
Love is the plectrum that plucks songs from the chords of life
Love is the brightness of life, Love is the fire of life
Oh shrine of Cordova, thou owes; existence to love
Deathless in all its being, stranger to Past and Present
Color or brick and stone, speech or music or song
Only the heart’s warm blood feeds the craftsman/s design
One drop of heart’s blood lends marble a heating heart
Out of the heart’s blood flow out warmth, music and mirth
Thine the soul-quickening air, mine the soul-quickening verse
From thee the pervasion of men’s hearts, from me the opening of men’s hearts
Inferior to the Heaven of Heavens, by no means the human breast is
Handful of dust though it be, hemmed in the azure sky
What if prostration be the lot of the heavenly host?
Warmth and depth of prostration they do not ever feel
I’ a heathen of Ind, behold my fervour and my ardour
Salat! And Durood fill my soul, Salat ad Darood are on my lips
Fervently sounds my voice, ardently sounds my lute
Allah Hu, like a song, thrilling through every vein
Thou, in beauty and dignity, man of God’s witness
He is the beautiful and dignified, thou art beautiful and dignified
Firm are thy foundations, numberless are thy pillars
Soaring like ranks of palms over the Syrian desert
Light of the Valley of Peace gleams on thy walls and roof
On thy minaret’s height Gabriel stands in glory
The Muslim shall not perish for by his Azan
The secret of Moses and Abraham is revealed
Limitless in his world, boundless his long horizon
Tigris and Danube and Nile but a wave in his sea
His times are wondrous, his legends are strange
To the ages outworn he gave the command to depart
Saqi of men of taste, horseman of the realm of desire
Pure and unmixed his wine, tempered and glittering his steel
Warrior armed in the mail of La Ilah
Under the shadow of swords succored by La Ilah
Behold is thy stones are all the Believer’s secrets
Fire of passionate days, rapture of melting nights
High is his station and great his thoughts are
Ecstasy, burning desire, self-abasement and pride
The hand of the Momin is the Hand of Allah
Dominant, resourceful, creative, ensuring success
Fashioned of dust and light, slave with the Master’s attribute
His heart is indifferent to the riches of the worlds
His earthly hopes are few, his aims are high
Courtesy in his men, gaining all hearts with his glance
He is soft of speech but fierce in the hour of pursuit
In war and in peace, pure in thoughts and in art
The point of God’s great compass the Believer’s firm faith
All this universe else-shadow, illusion, deceit
He is the goal of love, he is the end of Love
He, in the circle of the firmament, sets all spirits aglow
Shrine of the seekers art! Glory of the manifest Faith
Thou Andalusia’s soil sacred as Mecca hast made
If there is underneath the sky beauty equal to thine
Nowhere shall it be found but in the Muslim’s heart
Ah those champions of Right, those fearless horsemen of Arabia
Bearers of high morality, knights of the truth and faith
By their rule this strange secret to all was revealed
Men of pure hearts hold away, not to enslave but to serve
East and West by their eyes gained instructions
In the darkness of Europe their minds showed the path
Even today Andalusia, rich with their blood, is seen
Gay and friendly of heart, simple and bright of face
Even today in this land, eyes like the soft gazelle’s
Dart their glances, giving pleasure to the hearts
Even today in its breeze fragrance of Yemen endures
Even today in its song echoes subsist of Hejaz
Thy land is like the heavens in the sight of the stars
For ages, alas, thy atmosphere has remained bereft of the Azan
In what dale and glen, in what stage of the journey
Love’s undaunted caravan now happens to be?
Germany saw, long ago, Change and Revolution
Obliterating the old ways, sweeping away every trace
Holiness of the Pope fast became an erroneous word
Thought in its fragile boat launched on its dangerous course
The eye of France, also, has seen Revolution rage
That overturned the world, the Westerners had known
The Roman nation, old and tired with ancient traditions
With the joy of Rejuvenation discovered again her youth
Now that tempest has seized even the soul of Islam
A Divine secret it is whose meaning cannot be told by the tongue
Watch! from the surface of this ocean what portents finally emerge
What new turn the blue revolving dome takes
Drowned in the twilight is the cloud in the mountain gorge;
The sun has left behind heaps of the rubies of Badakhshan,
Running water of Guadalquiver! on your bank is a stranger
Lost in his thoughts, dreams of another age
Behind the Destiny’s curtain the new world is yet concealed
But to mine eyes its dawn already stands unveiled
Were, I to lift the veil from the face of my thoughts
Europe could not endure the burning heat of my songs
Death, not life, is the life in which no revolution takes place
Strife and revolt are the sustenance of nation’s souls
Keen as a sword that nation is in the hand of Fate
Which at every moment takes account of its works and deeds
Works of creation are incomplete without the heart’s warm blood
Music, an immature frenzy, without the heart’s warm blood____!!
In Urdu
SILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB NAQSH GAR-E-HADISAAT
SILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB ASL-E-HAYAAT-O-MAMAAT
SILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB TAAR-E-HAREER DO RAnG
JIS SE BANAATI HAI ZAAT APNI QABAAY-E-SIFAAT
SILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB SAAZ-E-AZAL KI FUGHAAn
JIS SE DIKHAATI HAI ZAAT ZER-O-BAM-E-MUMKINAAT
TUJH KO PARAKTAA HAI YE, MUJH KO PARAKHTAA HAI YE
SILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB SAIRAFI-E-KAAINAAT
TU HO AGAR KAM IYAAR, MAIn HOOn AGAR KAM IYAAR
MAUT HAI TERI BARAAT, MAUT HAI MERI BARAAT
TEREY SHAB-O-ROZ KI AUR HAQEEQAT HAI KYA
EK ZAMAANEY KI RAU JIS MEIn NA DIN HAI NA RAAT
AANI WO FAANI TAMAAM MO'EJIZAA HAAYE HUNAR
KAAR-E-JAHAAn BE-SABAAT! KAAR-E-JAHAAn BE-SABAAT!
AWWAL-O-AAKHIR FANAA, BAATIN-O-ZAAHIR FANAA
NAQSH-E-KUHAN HO KE NAU, MANZIL-E-AAKHIR FANAA
HAI MAGAR IS NAQSH MEIn RAnG-E-SABAAT-E-DAWAAM
JIS KO KIYA HO KISI MARD-E-KHUDAA NE TAMAAM
MARD-E-KHUDAA KA AMAL ISHQ SE SAAHAB FAROGH
ISHQ HAI ASL-E-HAYAAT MAUT HAI US PAR HARAAM
TUnD-O-SUBAK SAIR HAI GAR CHEY ZAMAANEY KI RAU
ISHQ KHUD IK SAIL HAI SAIL KO LETAA HAI THAAM
ISHQ KI TAQWEEM MEIn ASR-E-RAWAAn KE SIWAA
AUR ZAMAANEY BHI HAIn JIN KA NAHIEn KOI NAAM
ISHQ DAM-E-JIBRAIL, ISHQ DIL-E-MUSTAFAA
ISHQ KHUDAA KA RASOOL, ISHQ KHUDAA KA KALAAM
ISHQ KI MASTI SE HAI PAIKAR-E-GUL TAAB-NAAK
ISHQ HAI SAHBAA-E-KHAAM, ISHQ HAI KAAS-UL-KARAAM
ISHQ FAQIH-E-HARAM, ISHQ AMEER-E-JUNOOD
ISHQ HAI IBN-US-SABEEL, USKEY HAZAAROn MUQAAM
ISHQ KE MIZRAAB SE NAGHMA-E-TAAR-E-HAYAAT
ISHQ SE NOOR-E-HAYAAT, ISHQ SE NAAR-E-HAYAAT
AYE HARAM-E-QARTABAA! ISHQ SE TERAA WAJOOD
ISHQ SARAAPAA DAWAAM JIS MEIn NAHIEn RAFT-O-BOOD
RAnG HO YA KHISHT-O-SAnG, CHAnG HO YA HARF-O-SAUT
MO'EIJIZA-E-FUN KI HAI KHOON-E-JIGAR SE NAMOOD
QATRA-E-KHOON-E-JIGAR SIL KO BANAATAA HAI DIL
KHOON-E-JIGAR SE SADAA SOZ-O-SUROOR-O-SUROOD
TERI FAZAA DIL FAROZ, MERI NAWAA SEENAA SOZ
TUJH SE DILOn KA HUZOOR, MUJH SE DILOn KI KASHOOD
ARSH-E-MO'ELLAA SE KAM SEENA-E-AADAM NAHIEn
GAR CHEY KAF-E-KHAAK KI HAD HAI SAPAHR-E-KABOOD
PAIKAR-E-NOORI KO HAI SAJDAA MUYASSAR TO KYA
US KO MUYASSAR NAHIEn SOZ-O-GUDAAZ-E-SAJOOD
KAAFIR-E-HINDI HOOn MAIn DEKH MIRAA ZAUQ-OSHAUQ
DIL MEIn SALAAT-O-DUROOD, LAB PE SALAAT-O-DUROOD
SHAUQ MIRI LAI MEIn HAI, SHAUQ MIRI NAI MEIn HAI
NAGHMA-E-ALLAH-HU MEREY RAG-O-PAI MEIn HAI
TERAA JALAAL-O-JAMAAL MARD-E-KHUDAA KI DALEEL
WO BHI JALEEL-O-JAMEEL, TU BHI JALEEL-O-JAMEEL
TERI BINAA PAAY-DAAR, TERI SUTOOn BE-SHUMAAR
SHAAM KE SAHRAA MEIn HO JAISEY HUJOOM-E-NAKHEEL
TEREY DAR-O-BAAM PAR WAADI-E-AYMAN KA NOOR
TERAA MEENAAR-E-BULAND JALWAA GAH-E-JIBRAEEL
MIT NAHIEn SAKTAA KABHI MARD-E-MUSALMAAn, KE HAI
US KI AZAANOn SE FAASH SIRR-E-KALEEM-O-KHALEEL
US KI ZAMEEn BE-HUDOOD, US KA UFUQ BE-SUGHOOR
US KE SAMAnDAR KI MAUJ DAJLA-O-DANYUB-O-NEEL
US KE ZAMAANEY AJEEB, US KE FASAANEY GHAREEB
AHD-E-KUHAN KO DIYAA US NE PAYAAM-E-RAHEEL
SAAQI-E-ARBAAB-E-ZAUQ, FAARAS-E-MAIDAAN-E-SHAUQ
BAADAA HAI US KA RAHEEQ, TEGH HAI US KI ASEEL
MARD-E-SIPAAHI HAI WO, US KI ZA RAH LA-ILAHAA
SAAY-E-SHAMSHEER MEIn USKI PANAH LA-ILAHAA
TUJH SE HUWAA AASHKAAR BAnDA-E-MOMIN KA RAAZ
US KE DINOn KI TAPISH, US KI SHABOn KA GUDAAZ
US KE MUQAAM-E-BULAND, US KA KHAYAAL-E-AZEEM
US KA SUROOR, US KA SHAUQ, US KA NIYAAZ, US KA NAAZ
HAATH HAI ALLAH KA BAnDA-E-MOMIN KA HAATH
GHAALIB-O-KAAR AAFREEn, KAAR KUSHAA, KAAR SAAZ
KHAAKI-O-NOORI NIHAAD, BAnDA-E-MAULAA SIFAAT
HAR DO JAHAAn SE GHANI US KA DIL-E-BE-NIYAAZ
US KI UMEEDEIn QALEEL, US KE MAQAASID JALEEL
US KI ADAA DIL-FAREB, US KI NIGAH DIL-NAWAAZ
NARM DAM-E-GUFTAGOO, GARM DAM-E-JUSTAJOO
RAZM HO YA BAZM HO PAAK DIL-O-PAAK-BAAZ
NUQTA-E-PARKAAR-E-HAQ, MARD-E-KHUDAA KA YAQEEn
AUR YE AALAM TAMAAMWAHM-O-TILISM-O-MAJAAZ
AQL KI MANZIL HAI WO, ISHQ KA HAASIL HAI WO
HALQA-E-AAFAAQ MEIn GARMI-E-MAHFIL HAI WO
KAABA-E-ARBAAB-E-FUN! SITWAT-E-DEEN-E-MABEEn
TUJH SE HARAM MARTABAT UNDALASIYOn KI ZAMEEn
HAI TAH-E-GARDOn AGAR HUSN MEIn TERI NAZEER
QALB-E-MUSALMAAn MEIn HAI AUR NAHIEn HAI KAHEEn
AAH WO MARDAAN-E-HAQ, WO ARABI SHAH-SAWAAR
HAAEL-E-'KHALQ-E-AZEEM', SAAHAB-E-SIDQ-O-YAQEEn
JIN KI HUKOOMAT SE HAI FAASH YE RAMZ-E-GHAREEB
SALTANAT-E-AHL-E-DIL FAQR HAI SHAAHI NAHIEn
JIN KI NIGAAHOn NE KI TARBIYAT-E-SHARQ-O-GHARB
ZULMAT-E-EUROPE MEIn THI JIN KI KHIRAD RAAH-BEEn
JIN KE LUHOO KE TUFAIL AAJ BHI HAIn UNDALASI
KHUSH DIL-O-KHUSH IKHTALAAT, SAADAA-O-RAUSHAN JABEEn
AAJ BHI IS DES MEIn AAM HAI CHASHM-E-GHAZAAL
AUR NIGAAHOn KE TER AAJ BHI DIL-NASHEEn
BOO-E-YAMAN AAJ BHI ISKI HAWAAOn MEIn HAI
RAnG-E-HIJAAZ AAJ BHI ISKI NAWAAOn MEIn HAI
DEEDA-E-AnJUM MEIn HAI TERI ZAMEEn AASMAAn
AAH! KE SADYOn SE HAI TERI FAZAA BE-AZAAn
KAUN SI WAADI MEIn HAI, KAUN SI MANZIL MEIn HAI
ISHQ-E-BALAA-KHEEZ KA QAAFLA-E-SAKHT JAAn
DEKH CHUKAA ALMANI SHORISH-E-ASLAAH-E-DEEn
JIS NE NA CHHODEY KAHIEn NAQSH-E-KUHAN KE NISHAAn
HARF-E-GHALAT BAN GAYI ISMAT-E-PEER-E-KANISHT
AUR HUI FIKR KI KASHTI-E-NAZUK RAWAAn
CHASHM-E-FRANSIS BHI DEKH CHUKI INQILAAB
JIS SE DIGAR Gon HUA MAGHRABIYOn KA JAHAAn
MILLAT-E-RUMI NIZAAD KUHNAA PARASTI SE PEER
LAZZAT-E-TAJDEEDAA SE WO BHI HUI PHIR JAWAAn
RUH-E-MUSALMAAn MEIn HAI AAJ WOHI IZTARAAB
RAAZ-E-KHUDAAI HAI YE KAH NAHIEn SAKTI ZABAAn
DEKHIYE IS BAHR KI TAH SE UCHHALTAA HAI KYA
GUnBAD-E-NEELOFARI RAnG BADALTAA HAI KYA
WAADI-E-KUHSAAR MEIn GHARQ-E-SHAFAQ HAI SAHAAB
LAAL-BADAKHSHAAn KE DHER CHHOD GAYAA AAFTAAB
SAADAA-O-PUR-SOZ HAI DUKHTAR-E-DAHQAAn KA GEET
ASHTI-E-DIL KE LIYE SAIL HAI AHD-E-SHABAAB
AAB-E-RAWAAN-E-KABEER!* TEREY KINAAREY KOI
DEKH RAHAA HAI KISI AUR ZAMAANEY KA KHWAAB
AALAM-E-NAU HAI ABHI PARDA-E-TAQDEER MEIn
MERI NIGAAHOn MEIn HAI USKI SAHAR BE-HIJAAB
PARDAA UTHAA DOn AGAR CHAHRA-E-AFKAAR SE
LA NA SAKEYGAA FIRAnG MERI NAWAAOn KI TAAB
JIS MEIn NA HO INQILAAB MAUT HAI WO ZINDAGI
RUH-E-UMAM KI HAYAAT KASHMAAKSH-E-INQILAAB
SOORAT-E-SHAMSHEER HAI DAST-E-QAZAA MEIn WO QAUM
KARTI HAI JO HAR ZAMAAn APNEY AMAL KA HISAAB
NAQSH HAIn SAB NA-TAMAAM KHOON-E-JIGAR KE BAGHAIR
NAGHMA HAI SAUDAA-E-KHAAM KHOON-E-JIGAR KE BAGHAIR______!!
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