پیام فاروق

تو اے باد بیابان از عرب خیزز نیل مصریان موجی برانگیزبگو فاروق را پیغام فاروقکہ خود در فقر و سلطانی بیامیز

O desert’s breeze rise from ‘Arab’s sky; from Egypt’s Nile raise a new wave high.
Give Farooq’s message to King Farooq’s race; how content is mixed with the kingship’s face.

خلافت فقر با تاج و سریر استزہی دولت کہ پایان ناپذیر استجوان بختا ! مدہ از دست، این فقرکہ بے او پادشاہی زود میر است

The Faqr and Caliphate with King’s Crown shine; a great wealth this is which never declines.
O Young king! Leave not the content’s boon; sans it the kingship ends very soon.

جوانمردی کہ خود را فاش بیندجہان کہنہ را باز فریندہزاران انجمن اندر طوافشکہ او با خویشتن خلوت گزیند

A young man who peeps in his ego deep; can make a world anew on old world’s heap.*
Around his circle lo! Are thousand leagues; in self’s reading though a solace he needs.**
* Can fill the world with justice.
** It probably means worshipping the God.

بہ روی عقل و دل بگشای ہر دربگیر از پیر ہر میخانہ ساغردران کوش از نیاز سینہ پرورکہ دامن پاک داری ستین تر

For sense and heart’s sake leave each door ajar’ take a cup thus from every sect’s bar.
Make all the efforts with love and heart pure; to lead a chaste life with no greed and lure *
* It has been taken from a verse of Amir Khisro, known as Nightingale of India (Tooti-e-Hind).) Although he was a minister in the court of the king yet he passed his whole life in the company of great disciples and favourite of Hazrat Nizam-ud-Din Aulia of Delhi whose annual anniversary is still celebrated with all the pomp and show by the Congress Government of India under the State patronage; the Prime Minister and President of India make their presence at his tomb.

خنک ن ملتی بر خود رسیدہز درد جستجو نا رمیدہدرخش او تہ این نیلگون چرخچو تیغی از میان بیرون کشیدہ

How happy is the race who wins her goal, who never took rest for that purpose sole.
See her shine and sheen beneath this sky; like a sword drawn out and unfurled high.

چہ خوش زد ترک ملاحی سرودیرخ او احمری چشمش کبودیبہ دریا گر گرہ افتد بہ کارمبجز طوفان نمیخواھم گشودی

That Turkish seaman how sang a song gay; his purple face beamed with eyes blue gray.
When I see a gale my heart then regales; to tempest time ties my hardihood hails!*
* Iqbal uses ‘girah’ (a tie) for whirl pool, a storm.

جہانگیری بخاک ما سرشتندامامت در جبین ما نوشتنددرون خویش بنگر ن جہان راکہ تخمش در دل فاروق کشتند

The world rule is destined to my own dust; the world’s guidance writ on my forehead first.
In thy bosom see the whole world’s map, whose seed was sown first in Farooq’s lap.

مسلمانے کہ خود را امتحان کردغبار راہ خود را سمان کردشرار شوق اگر داری نگھدارکہ با وی فتابی میتوان کرد

To certitude truth* who so ever knew’ with two eyes he had had the oneness view.
As we often join two lamps in need be cautious from rift in home and creed.
* Certitude secret amounts to certitude truth.

مسلمانے کہ خود را امتحان کردغبار راہ خود را آسمان کردشرار شوق اگر داری نگھدارکہ با وے آفتابی میتوان کرد

A Muslim who tested his own ego first; he took to the heavens his paths’s own dust*.
Keep an eye on, if you hold the love flame; with that you could make the whole world tame.
* His path’s own dust; the poet himself; those who followed his path.