ای امیر خاور ای مہر منیرمی کنی ہر ذرہ را روشن ضمیر
O lord of the East, O shining Sun!thou illuminest the heart of every mote of dust.
از تو این سوز و سرور اندر وجوداز تو ہر پوشیدہ را ذوق نمود
It is through you that Being has ardour and exhilaration;it is through you that every hidden thing desires to manifest itself.
می رود روشنتر از دست کلیمزورق زرین تو در جوی سیم
It moves brighter than the (glowing) hand of MosesYour golden canoe in the silvery waters
پرتو تو ماہ را مہتاب دادلعل را اندر دل سنگ آب داد
It is thy rays which give light to the Moon,and provide sustenance to the ruby within the heart of the stone.
لالہ را سوز درون از فیض تستدر رگ او موج خون از فیض تست
The inner burning of the tulip is because of your bountythe flow of blood in its veins is the result of your bounty.
نرگسان صد پردہ را بر می دردتا نصیبی از شعاع تو برد
The narcissus tears away hundreds of veilsJust to recieve a glimpse of your ray.
خوش بیا صبح مراد آوردہ ئیہر شجر را نخل سینا کردہ ئی
Welcome, with you comes the morning of our heart's desire,You have transformed every tree into the Burning Bush of Mount Sinai
تو فروغ صبح و من پایان روزدر ضمیر من چراغی بر فروز
You are the beginning of the morning while I am at the end of my days;Light a lamp in my heart;
تیرہ خاکم را سراپا نور کندر تجلی ہای خود مستور کن
Illumine my dark earth from head to foot;Cover me up in your illuminations
تا بروز آرم شب افکار شرقبر فروزم سینۂ احرار شرق
that I may bring the light of the day to the night of the Orient's thought,(that I may) brighten up the heart of the free men of the Orient,
از نوائی پختہ سازم خام راگردش دیگر دہم ایام را
(that I may) give maturity to the inexperienced through my songs,and give a new turn to the events of the world.
فکر شرق آزاد گردد از فرنگاز سرود من بگیرد آب و رنگ
Thus may the thought of the Orient free itself from EuropeAnd gain lustre through my songs.
زندگی از گرمی ذکر است و بسحریت از عفت فکر است و بس
Life comes not but through dhikr (meditation);(true) independence comes not but through purity of thought.
چون شود اندیشۂ قومی خرابناسرہ گردد بدستش سیم ناب
When the thought of a people becomes corrupt,then in their hands pure silver turns into base metal.
میرد اندر سینہ اش قلب سلیمدر نگاہ او کج آید مستقیم
The pure heart dies in their chest,and to their eyes the crooked appears straight.
بر کران از حرب و ضرب کائناتچشم او اندر سکون بیند حیات
From the battlefield of life they keep themselves safely away;for them life resides only in the stationary.
موج از دریاش کم گردد بلندگوہر او چون خزف نا ارجمند
Seldom do waves arise from their ocean;their pearls are as worthless as pieces of clay.
پس نخستین بایدش تطہیر فکربعد از آن آسان شود تعمیر فکر
It is therefore necessary to first purify the thoughtAfter that reconstructing the thought would become easier
From Pas Cheh Bayad Kard (1936) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan
