कविता विश्लेषण

Khirad-mandon se kya puchhun ki meri ibtida kya hai

ḳhirad-mandoñ se kyā pūchhūñ ki merī ibtidā kyā hai ki maiñ is fikr meñ rahtā huuñ merī intihā kyā hai

ḳhudī ko kar buland itnā ki har taqdīr se pahle ḳhudā bande se ḳhud pūchhe batā terī razā kyā hai

maqām-e-guftugū kyā hai agar maiñ kīmiyā-gar huuñ yahī soz-e-nafas hai aur merī kīmiyā kyā hai

nazar aa.iiñ mujhe taqdīr kī gahrā.iyāñ is meñ na pūchh ai ham-nashīñ mujh se vo chashm-e-surma-sā kyā hai

agar hotā vo majzūb-e-farañgī is zamāne meñ to 'iqbāl' us ko samjhātā maqām-e-kibriyā kyā hai

navā-e-sub.h-gāhī ne jigar ḳhuuñ kar diyā merā ḳhudāyā jis ḳhatā kī ye sazā hai vo ḳhatā kyā hai

What should I ask the wise about how I started Because I am always thinking about how I will end

Raise your self so high that before every fate God himself asks you, what do you want

What is the point of talking if I am an alchemist This is the passion of breath, and what is my magic

I have seen the depths of fate in this Don't ask me, my friend, what is that eye like kohl

If that European mystic were alive today Iqbal would have explained to him what greatness is

The morning song has made my heart bleed Oh God, what is the mistake for which this is the punishment