پريشاں ہوکے ميري خاک آخر دل نہ بن جائے
English title: If my scattered dust turns into a heart again
My scattered dust charged with Love the shape of heart may take at last: O God, the grief that bowed me then, may press me down as in the past!
The Maids of Eden by their charm may arouse my urge for song: The flame of Love that burns in me, may fire the zeal of Celestial Throng!
The pilgrim’s mind can dwell at times on spots and stages left behind: My heed for spots and places crossed, from the Quest may turn my mind!
By the mighty force of Love I am turned to Boundless Deep: I fear that my self-regard, me, for aye, on shore may keep!
My hectic search for aim and end, in life that smell and hue doth lack, may get renown like lover’s tale, who riding went on litter’s track!
The rise of clay-born man hath smit the hosts of heaven with utter fright: They dread that this fallen star to moon may wax with fuller light.
Sources and translator credits
- Original text transcription: Bal-e-Jibril — پريشاں ہوکے ميري خاک آخر دل نہ بن جائے — 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 Syed Akbar Ali Shah; English Translation by: Syed Akbar Ali ShahSource