مرا داد این خرد پرور جنونی
English title: That nation is lucky in whose hard race,
No verified published Urdu translation is available for the Persian verses in this poem yet.
مرا داد این خرد پرور جنونینگاہ مادر پاک اندرونی
This craze she gave me for sharp wits sense, My kind mother’s sacred inner glance.
ز مکتب چشم و دل نتوان گرفتنکہ مکتب نیست جز سحر و فسونی
In schools, my heart and eyes did’nt get calm, No schools are these but magic and charm.
Sources and translator credits
- Original text transcription: Armaghan-e-Hijaz (Persian) — مرا داد این خرد پرور جنونی — Digital transcription file at commit 39d44fc0c2b8ca25769c4b36e6eac4d90cb42b35; the source dataset does not identify the underlying print edition.Verified against this pinned digital transcription file; not checked against a print edition.Source
- Iqbal Demystified source list: Armaghan-e-Hijaz (Persian) — Pinned digital dataset commit 39d44fc0c2b8ca25769c4b36e6eac4d90cb42b35; the underlying print edition is not identified by the dataset.Community dataset list; not reconciled against a print edition.Source
- armaghan-e-hijaz: published English translation by کبیر — Published digital poem page (7ngtksur.json); retrieved 2026-10-05.Translation by کبیر; Published English translation credited on the Zinderood digital poem page; the exact source unit is recorded with each imported passage.Source