Baang-e-Dara: 139
والدہ مرحومہ کی یاد میں
Walida Marhooma Ki Yaad Mein
In Memory Of My Late Mother
Allama Iqbal's mother Imam Bibi, died on 9 November 1914.
Iqbal expressed his feeling of pathos in this poetic form after her death.
Zarra Zarra Dehr Ka Zindaani-e-Taqdeer Hai
Parda-e-Majboor-o-Bechargi Tadbeer Hai
Every atom of creation is a prisoner of fate;
Contrivance is the veil of constraint and helplessness.
Asaman Majboor Hai, Shamas-o-Qamar Majboor Hain
Anjum-e-Seemab Pa Raftar Par Majboor Hai
The sky is compelled; the sun and the moon are made;
The fleet‐footed stars are compelled in their course.
Hai Shikast Anjam Ghunche Ka Saboo Gulzar Mein
Sabza-o-Gul Bhi Hain Majboor-e-Namoo Gulzar Mein
The cup of the bud in the garden is destined to be smashed;
Verdure and flowers are also compelled to grow in the garden.
Naghma-e-Bulbul Ho Ya Awaz-e-Khamosh-e-Zameer
Hai Issi Zanjeer-e-Alamgeer Mein Har She Aseer
Be it the song of the nightingale or the silent voice of the innermost spirit,
Everything is a captive of this world-encompassing chain.
Ankh Par Hota Hai Jab Ye Sirr-e-Majboori Ayan
Khush Ho Jata Hai Dil Mein Ashak Ka Seel-e-Rawan
When this secret of constraint is apparent to the eye,
The flowing stream of tears grows dry in the heart.
Qalb-e-Insani Mein Raqs-e-Aysh-o-Gham Rehta Nahin
Naghma Reh Jata Hai, Lutf-e-Zair-o-Bam Rehta Nahin
The dance of pleasure and grief no longer remains in the human heart;
The song remains, but the joy of high and low does not.
Ilm-o-Hikmat Rahzan-e-Saman-e-Ashak-o-Aah Hai
Yani Ek Almas Ka Tukra Dil Agah Hai
Knowledge and wisdom are the highway-robbers of the goods of tears and sighs;
The aware heart is a fragment of a diamond.
Poetry & Translation from: https://iqbalurdu.blogspot.com/
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