شنیدم مرگ با یزدان چنین گفت
English title: The death once said to God in this way,
No verified published Urdu translation is available for the Persian verses in this poem yet.
شنیدم مرگ با یزدان چنین گفتچہ بی نم چشم ن کز گل بزاید
The death once said to God in this way, | How shameless his eyes’ though made from clay.
چو جان او بگیرم شرمسارمولی او را ز مردن عار ناید
When I take out his soul I feel a shame, | He feels no shame, but, to die with bad name.
Sources and translator credits
- Original text transcription: Armaghan-e-Hijaz (Persian) — شنیدم مرگ با یزدان چنین گفت — 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
- English translations in the Armaghan-e-Hijaz digital anthology excerpt — Recovered Urdu and Persian poetry anthology PDF excerpt; publication title and year are not established by the preserved source packet (armaghan-english.pdf, 39 PDF pages).Translation by Q.A. Kabir; Passages are individually credited in the recovered PDF as “Translated by Q.A. Kabir”; exact source and credit PDF page locators are stored with each imported passage.Source