Tulu-e-Islam (Dr.Allama Muhammad Iqbal)

Tulu-e-Islam (Stanza 7)(Bang-e-Dra-163)

THE RISE OF ISLAM

Poet: Dr.Allama Muhammad Iqbal

By : Common Bross Fsd

Tu Raaz-E-Kun Fakan Hai, Apni Ankhon Par Ayan Ho Ja

 Khudi Ka Raazdan Ho Ja, Khuda Ka Tarjuman Ho Ja

 You are the secret of creation, see yourself in your eyes;

 Share the secret of your own self, become the spokesman of God.

Hawas Me Kar Diya Tukre Tukre Nu-E-Insan Ko

 Akhuwat Ka Byan Ho Ja, Mohabbat Ki Zuban Ho Ja

 Greed has split mankind into little pieces;

 Become the statement of brotherhood, become the language of love.

Ye Hindi, Who Khurasani, Ye Afghani, Who Toorani

 Tu Ae Sharminda-E-Sahil ! Uchal Kar Be-Karan Ho Ja

 Here are Indians, there people of Khurasan, here Afghans, there Turanians—

 You, who despise the shore, rise up and make yourself boundless.

Ghubar Aludah’ay Rang-O-Nasb Hain Baal-O-Par Tere

 Tu Ae Murgh-E-Hara ! Urne Se Pehle Par-Fishan Ho Ja

 Your wings and your plumage are soiled with the dust of colour and race;

 You, my bird of the holy shrine, shake your wings before you start to fly.

Khudi Mein Doob Ja Ghafil ! Ye Sir-E-Zindagani Hai

 Nikl Kar Halqa-E-Shaam-O-Sahar Se Javidan Ho Ja

 Immerse yourself in your self, my forgetful one, this is the secret of life;

 Come out from the fetters of evening and morning, become immortal.

Masaf-E-Zindagi Mein Seerat-E-Foulad Paida Kar

 Shabistan-E-Mohabbat Mein Harair-O-Parniyan Ho Ja

 On the battle‐field of life adopt the nature of steel;

 In the bed‐chamber of love become as soft as silk and painted brocade.

Guzar Ja Ban Ke Seel-E-Tund Ro Koh-E-Byaban Se

 Gulistan Rah Mein Aye To Joo’ay Naghma Khawan Ho Ja

 Pass like a river in full spate through the mountains and the deserts;

 If the garden should come your way, then become a melodiously singing stream.

Tere Ilm-O-Mohabbat Ki Nahin Hai Intaha Koi

 Nahin Hai Tujh Se Barh Kar Saaz-E-Fitrat Mein Nawa Koi

 There is no limit to your knowledge and love;

 In the instrument of nature there is no sweeter song than you.