اثر کرے نہ کرے ، سن تو لے مري فرياد
English title: Whether or not it moves you, At least listen to my complaint
Whether it affects You or not, at least hear my cry. This free soul does not ask for justice or reward.
This handful of dust, this stormy wind, these endless skies— is this the joy of Your creation, a gift or a cruelty?
The rose’s tent could not survive the garden’s breeze. Is this what You call spring, is this the blessed wind?
I am guilty, a wanderer in a strange land— yet even Your angels could never rebuild Your ruins.
That barren desert, that fragile world of Yours— still gives thanks for my hunger for struggle.
An adventurous spirit finds no joy in that garden where no hunter waits in ambush.
The station of love is far beyond the angels’ reach; it belongs only to those with the courage to endure more.
Sources and translator credits
- Original text transcription: Bal-e-Jibril — اثر کرے نہ کرے ، سن تو لے مري فرياد — 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: Bal-e-Jibril — 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
- Bal-e-Jibril English translation at allama-iqbal.com — — Public digital poem page, retrieved 2026-10-06; pinned to allama-iqbal.com commit 82547635bb6b758c45082084b2f152fc453a8056.Translation by Not identified by publisher; This page does not name a translator.Source