پریشان ھر دم ما از غمی چند
English title: My each breath blows with griefs many more,
No verified published Urdu translation is available for the Persian verses in this poem yet.
پریشان ھر دم ما از غمی چندشریک ہر غمی نامحرمی چند
My each breath blows with griefs many more, My friends share not my griefs anymore.
ولیکن طرح فردائی توان ریختاگر دانی بھای این دمی چند
Yet future can be shaped to large extent, If you know the great price of each instant.
Sources and translator credits
- Original text transcription: Armaghan-e-Hijaz (Persian) — پریشان ھر دم ما از غمی چند — 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 (2v8push4.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