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The Message of Love |
Listen O seeker of heart’s pathos! I am Naz, you should become Niaz
I am the Ghaznavi of heart’s Somnath, you completely become Ayaz |
Greatness in the world is not associated with the Alexander’s splendor
Your breast has everything, you should also become the maker of mirrors |
The aim of life’s struggle is perfection of your Crescent’s grandeur
You are the world’s oldest Divine Command, be fulfilled like prayer |
Be not contented, O gardener, your dignity is established by this alone
If flowers abound in the garden, you should become a more ardent beggar |
Gone are those days, these are not the times for wandering in wilderness
Become melted in the world like the congregation’s lighted candle |
The individual’s existence is unreal, the nation’s existence is real
Be devoted to the nation, become destroyer of the unreal’s magic |
Iqbal! These sectarians of India are working like Azar.
Saving your skirt from idols become the dust of the way of Hijaz. |
Translated by: M.A.K. Khalil |
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