utho meri dunya k garibon ko jaga do
khak-e-umra k dar-o-diwar hila do

garmao gulamon ka lahu soz-e-yaqin se
kunjishk-e-phiromaya ko shahin se lara do

sultani-e-jamahur ka ata hai zamana
jo naqsh-e-kuhan tum ko nazar aye mita do

jis khet se dahqan ko mayassar nahin rozi
us khet k har khosha-e-gandum ko jala do

kyon khaliq-o-makhluq mein hayal rahen parde
piran-e-kalisa ko kalisa se hata do

main nakhush-o-bezar hun marmar k silon se
mere liye mitti ka haram aur bana do

tahazib-e-nawin kargah-e-shishagaran hai
adab-e-junun shayr-e-mashriq ko sikha do

tu abhi rahguzar mein hai qaid-e-makam se guzar
misr-o-hijaz se guzar, paires-o-sham se guzar

jis ka amal hai be-garaz, us ki jaza kuch aur hai
hur-o-khayam se guzar, bada-o-jam se guzar

garche hai dilkusha bahot husn-e-firang ki bahar
tayarek buland bal dana-o-dam se guzar

koh shigaf teri zarab tujhse kushad sharq-o-garab
teze-hilahal ki tarah aish-o-nayam se guzar

tera imam be-huzur, teri namaz be-surur
aisi namaz se guzar, aise imam smumkin hai ke tu jisako samajhata hai baharan e guzar

jinhen main dhundhta tha asmanon mein zaminon mein
wo nikle mere zulmat-e-khana-e-dil k makinon mein

mahine wasl k ghariyon ki surat urte jate hain
magar ghariyan judai ki guzarti hai mahinon mein

mujhe rokega tu ai nakhuda kya garq hone se
k jin ko dubna hai dub jate hain safinon mein

jala sakti hai sham-e-kushta ko mauj-e-nafas un ki
ilahi kya chupa hota hai ahal-e-dil k sinon mein

tamanna dard-e-dil ki ho to kar khidmat faqiron ki
nahin milta ye gauhar badshahon k khazinon mein

muhabbat k liye dil dhundh koi tutnewala
ye wo mai hai jise rakhte hain nazuk abginon mein

bura samajhun unhen mujh se to aisa ho nahin sakta
k main khud bhi to hun "Iqbal" apne nuktachinon mein

AUTHOR COMMENTS:

Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.

The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.

Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.

The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

AUTHOR COMMENT'S

Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name;
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,
Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be;
Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
Some lovely glorious nothing I did see.
But since my soul, whose child love is,
Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,
More subtle than the parent is
Love must not be, but take a body too;
And therefore what thou wert, and who,
I bid love ask, and now
That it assume thy body I allow,
And fix itself in thy lip, eye, and brow.

AUTHOR COMMENT'S

Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good-fame,
Plans, credit, and the Muse,-
Nothing refuse.

'Tis a brave master;
Let it have scope:
Follow it utterly,
Hope beyond hope:
High and more high
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
Untold intent;
But it is a god,
Knows its own path,
And the outlets of the sky.
It was not for the mean;
It requireth courage stout,
Souls above doubt,
Valor unbending;
It will reward,-
They shall return
More than they were,
And ever ascending.

Leave all for love;
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart behoved,
One pulse more of firm endeavor,-
Keep thee today,
To-morrow, forever,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved.
Cling with life to the maid;
But when the surprise,
First vague shadow of surmise
Flits across her bosom young
Of a joy apart from thee,
Free be she, fancy-free;
Nor thou detain her vesture's hem,
Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.

Though thou loved her as thyself,
As a self of purer clay,
Tho' her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive,
Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul
Each choosing each through all the weary hours
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal.
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.