Allama Muhammad Iqbal 2024 | The Portrait Of Anguish | #quotes | #shayari |# poem | #quotes

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My story is not indebted to the patience of being heard My silence is my talk, my speechlessness is my speech Why does this custom of silencing exist in your assembly? My tongue is tantalized to talk in this assembly Some leaves were picked up by the tulip, some by the narcissus, some by the rose My story is scattered around everywhere in the garden The turtle-doves, parrots, and nightingales pilfered away The garden's denizens jointly robbed away my plaintive way O Candle! Drip like tears from the eye of the moth Head to foot pathos I am, full of longing is my story O God! What is the pleasure of living so in this world? Neither the eternal life, nor the sudden death is mine This is not only my wailing, but is that of the entire garden I am a rose, to me every rose' autumn is my autumn "In this grief-stricken land, in life-long spell of the caravan's bell I am From the palpitating heart's bounties the silent clamor I have " In the world's garden unaware of pleasant company I am Whom happiness still mourns, that hapless person I am Speech itself sheds tears at my ill luck Silent word, longing for an eager ear I am I am a mere handful of scattered dust but I do not know Whether Alexander or a mirror or just dust and scum I am Despite all this my existence is the Divine Purpose Embodiment of light is whose reality, that darkness I am I am a treasure, concealed in the wilderness dust No one knows where I am, or whose wealth I am? My insight is not obligated to the stroll of existence That small world I am whose sovereign myself I am Neither wine, nor cup-bearer, nor ecstasy, nor goblet I am But the truth of everything in the existence' tavern I am My heart's mirror shows me both world's secrets I relate exactly what I witness before my eyes I am bestowed with such speech among the elegant speakers That the birds of the Arsh's roof are concordant with me This also is an effect of my tumultuous love That my heart's mirrors are Destiny's confidante Your spectacle makes me shed tears, O India ! Your tales are admonitory among all the tales Conferring the wailing on me is like conferring everything Since eternity Destiny's pen has put me where all your mourners are O gardener do not leave even the rose-petals' trace in this garden ! By your misfortune war preparations are afoot among the gardeners The sky has kept thunderbolts concealed up its sleeve Garden's nightingales should not slumber in their nests Listen to my call, O imprudent one ! This is something which The birds in gardens are reciting like the daily prayers Think of the homeland, O ignorant one ! Hard times are coming Conspiracies for your destruction are afoot in the heavens Pay attention to what is happening and what is going to happen What good there is in repeating the tales of the old glories ? How long will you remain silent ? Create taste for complaint ! You should be on the earth, so your cries be in the heavens ! You will be annihilated if you do not understand, O people of India! Even your tales will disappear from the world's chronicles This is the law of Nature, this is the order of Nature Those who tread dynamism's path, are the darlings of Nature I will surely exhibit all my hidden wounds today I will surely change assembly to a garden with blood-mixed tears I have to light every heart's candle with hidden pathos I will surely create bright illumination in your darkness So that love-cognizant hearts be created like rose-buds I will surely scatter around my handful of dust in the garden If stringing these scattered pearls in a single rosary Is difficult, I will surely make this difficult task easy O Companion! Leave me alone in the soul-searching effort As I will surely exhibit this mark of the ardent Love I will show the world what my eyes have seen I will surely make you also bewildered like a mirror The discerning eye sees every thing covered in veils It does see the exigencies of the nature of times You have not acquainted your heart with pleasure of dignity You have passed your entire life in humility like foot-prints You always remained entangled inside the assembly, but Have not acquainted yourself with the world outside the assembly You have continued loving the charm of material beauties But you have never seen your own elegance in this mirror Give up prejudice O imprudent one! In the world's glass house They are your own pictures