You gave thanks for grief
You have become God by educating yourselfPerhaps you have made Furumaya kings
But they were broken which gave them flight
They were dumb, but the man gave them a voice
Your heart was full of love
And the butler was thrilled with the pleasure of pain
The barmaid was wicked of the drop of Trimay
Sagar Tera Gulbeez and Gahar Reez Tha Saqi
On the sputum that brings down a healthy person
They were the ones who took care of the fallen
The love that inspires the courage of a man
The love that heals the evil in the world
The love with which even aghayars become beloved
With the tears of love, the stars are made in the sky
That love was in your heart and soul
Just as intoxication is in me, and the song is in me
(R)
There is no destination for which he is passionate about
The planets are neither subordinate nor superior to the kidneys
Freedom was in the heart of man
No chain of superstitions
It is not the sea of thought whose edge
Floods do not seek shore support
Wisdom by immersing us in the company of The Lion
He offered the right by sleeping in the bath
Sow the seed of the palm that went into the world
One day he will remain a star
The juice of love will flow in the veins of this palm
In every direction, it will swell and spread and flourish
Explain to us what is a bad thing about slavery
Some people were either anonymous or named
If it is submissive, then it is a defect of three natures
Freedom of thought is human dear
Allah's work is in the free world
Every individual is free and the architect of destiny
Hindus were all intoxicated by slavery
They were wearing a cap of pride on their heads
The purpose of the animal was only to dream and drink
Disrespectful, disrespectful, cowardly, and unconscious
Those who were drunk in disgrace have become sober
Those who slept for centuries have awakened
(S)
You built a wrong structure
You made light in the darkness of the world
What strange thing have you done in this nation?
You have blackened the mouth of lies and Capricorn
Broke the talismans of civilization and politics
Break every false karma with truth
Iqbal! So the message is about love and action
This law of human development is irrevocable
This song is eternal, this instrument is eternal
Yes, there is only one solution to the problem of life
May the soul be filled with action and the heart be filled with love
Gets up on the same road with a quick step
He was wise but free from the yoke of intellect
And free from the fear of wisdom
I was in the world, free from the sorrows of the world
Indeed, he was dusty but free from dust
The place of the heart is far away from the earth and sky
It happens when a person is close to God
It is a guide and a person who moves forward
Put it in the hands of a man in the dark
Lift the veils on the mind
Polish the mirror of the heart and burn it
May every heart see destiny as real
And the image of the eye looks real
(sh)
The message that awakens the nations
I am a human being, and that message full of love
That message is precious with faith
Every soul, let that message be true
The passion that humans emerge from
Khote also turns out to be khare
It is said that Sakhnoor was Shah Sakhon Iqbal
Iqbal was only in the poetry This stateless Iqbal used to call Mullah his homeland
Seeking the ascension of the soul in this body
Seeking Swaraj of the heart for the man
Arif's vision is not limited to his homeland
Why is his sight blocked by the door and wall?
Although patriotism was a limited spirit in him
Iqbal did not make the earth God
Khaki who does not worship the heavens
How can he worship dust?
Arif's vision is his homeland
There is no Purab, no West, no Uttar, no Deccan
There is no river in it, neither is there a river nor is there a river
Neither is there any construction of Deer and Haram
Neither the lover of love nor the lover of love
How is he a lover of Jimin and Ganga?
(p)
Few came in this profound era
Who made his country his heart in man
That melody of human devotion is sung
Music becomes life, which is absorbed in souls
This melody is that, who is the builder of whom
There is no secret in the souls which is obvious
Disgusted with Shaykh, also disgusted with Brahmins
He was neither a fan nor an arrestee
A victim of wealth and not a sinner of politics
The architect of future nations with thoughts
Mukti's monopoly is in those delusions
They have a lot to lose from education
Every poem raises the eternal slogan of Takbeer
Blood is your ink, your pen is your sword
Poems are written by the writer of fate
A mirror in which the destinies of nations
Muzarab the poems are the heart maker of man
Nature's song is loud
This is poetry, which is said to be part of the prophecy
This poem is the verse of the pupil of Rahman
This poem changes the human condition
The wealth of the theologian is in this poem
This poem is truly inspirational
Blessing is very special but grace is very common(z)
Whoever has such a claim is said to have it
Hakeem, who is full of wisdom, calls him Hakim
There is a paradise of thoughts, Naeem calls it
O Saheb Dil, Tibb Saleem calls him Hain
Man is the lover of Allah
Ashraf created on the ground from him
Iqbal's poem is on the tongue of Manhattan
Iqbal's sayings are imprinted on the soul
Iqbal's arrows are on the bow of politics
They burn the blades on this narrow path
Iqbal painted his colors on writers
Rang put his speech on the khatibs
Now in the heart is the same style born by everyone
Now the voice of the nation has become three voices
There is no magic in your words
The trumpet plays in each color of the game
The poems of Tere Peer and Jawaan are for everyone
If there is the glory of the party, then there is the heat of the pulpit
Sahib Dil Rumi, Attar and Sanai were there
Whose self is the mirror of God's secret
Tell the world of spirits to the man
There is some pleasure in it, some pain in parting
Iqbal was compatible with such fakirs
Iqbal was the same color as Mardan God Dost
(i)
What is the famine of man in this late age?
One man's right comes in many a century
Explain to them who is in the mood
Real wealth is in man's mind
Iqbal was the emperor of this empire
Iqbal was aware that the truth is the testimony of nature
He who does such work never dies
He who lives is not afraid of death
Gone from the world, never passes through the heart
This image does not come off from this page
As long as this heartwarming message remains
Tera's name remains on the scholar's journal
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