jise wo chahe nawazta h, ye mere rab ke hissab thehre

ksi ke hise sawab likh de ksi ke hiseaazab thehre

WA WA WA WA

ARZ KIYA HAI K.....

KHOTTA CHARHA PHAR PE PENT SHIRT PA K

BANDAR MAREY CITIYAN NIKKAR BUNYAN PA K................

WAH WAH WAH MAZA AGAY G........

Uske Liye Rab Se Fariyad Karke Roye

Uski Khushi Ke Liye Chhod Dia Usey

Fir Uski Hi Kami Ka Ehasas Karke Roye

Tum Ne Tou ZindaGi Ko.. MohaBBat Bana Diya

Badi Muskil Se Meri Aankho Me Uska Khawab Aaya hai

The blood of life runs in the veins of the dead East:
Avicenna and Farabi cannot understand this secret.

The storm in the West made Muslims Muslims.
Pearls are produced in abundance from the very buffetings of the sea.

The true believers are once more to receive from the court of God
The glory of the Turkamans, the intellect of the Indians and the eloquence of the Arabs.

If there is still some trace of sleep left in the buds, my nightingale,
Then make your songs more plaintive, for you found their desire to hear your melody too little.

Note: The italicized line is translated from the poet Urfi Shirazi. Iqbal also used it in his poem ‘Urfi’.

Whether your agitation be in the courtyard of the garden, in the nest, in the leafy branches—
This quicksilver-destiny cannot be separated from mercury.

Why should that pure-seeing eye look at the glitter of armour on the horse
When it sees the valour of the holy warrior?

Make the lamp of desire bright in the heart of the tulip!
Make every particle of the garden a martyr to search!