Allama Iqbal

Allama Iqbal

Allama Iqbal

khudi ko kar buland itna ki har taqdar se pahle

khuda bande se khud puchhe bata teriraza kya hai

For what reason must I always lose, perpetually do without benefit that is my due, Sunk in the misery of nights past, no designs for the morrow seek after. For what reason must I all mindful be to the songbirds regret, Friend, am I as stupid as a blossom? Must I stay quiet? My subject makes me intense, makes my tongue more persuasive, Dust fills my mouth, against Allah I submit question. 

We won eminence for submitting to Your willand it is so; We stand up now, we are constrained to rehash our story of trouble. We resemble the quiet lute whose harmonies are loaded with voice; When distress gushes to our lips, we talk; we must choose between limited options. Master God! We are Your loyal workers, for some time with us bear, It is in our temperament to consistently laud You, a little plaint additionally hear. 

That Your Presence was basic from the start of time is valid; The rose additionally decorated the nursery yet of its aroma nobody knew. Equity is all we request. You are great, You are kindhearted. In the event that there were no breeze, how is it possible that the would rose have spread its fragrance? We Your kin were scattered, no comfort could we discover, Or, would Your Beloveds following have left its psyche? 

Prior to our time, an abnormal sight was the world You had made: Some venerated stone icons, others bowed to trees and implored. Familiar with accepting what they saw, the people groups vision wasnt free, How at that point could anybody put stock in a God he couldnt see? Do you are aware of anybody, Lord, who at that point took Your Name? I inquire. It was the muscle in the Muslims arms that tackled Your undertaking. 

Here on this planet were settled the Seljuqs and the Turanians, The Chinese lived in China, in Iran experienced the Sassanians. The Greeks thrived in their allocated locales, In this extremely world experienced the Jews and Christians. However, who did attract their swords Your Name and battle? When things had turned out badly, who put them right? 

Of the relative multitude of courageous champions, there were none yet just we. Who faced Your conflicts ashore and regularly on the ocean. Our calls to supplication rang out from the temples of European terrains And skimmed across Africas searing desert sands. We governed the world, yet grand wonders our eyes despised. Under the shades of sparkling sabers Your ideology we broadcasted. 

All we lived for was no fight; we bore the difficulties that came,