زمستاني ہوا ميں گرچہ تھي شمشير کي تيزي
English title: At London, winter wind
زمستاني ہوا ميں گرچہ تھي شمشير کي تيزينہ چھوٹے مجھ سے لندن ميں بھي آداب سحر خيزي
At London, winter wind, like sword, was biting though, my wont to rise at early morn I didn’t forego.
کہيں سرمايہ محفل تھي ميري گرم گفتاريکہيں سب کو پريشاں کر گئي ميري کم آميزي
At times my heated talk to gathering pleasure lent; my holding ’loof at times perplexed them all, I trow.
!زمام کار اگر مزدور کے ہاتھوں ميں ہو پھر کياطريق کوہکن ميں بھي وہي حيلے ہيں پرويزي
No hope for change is there, if workers rule the land, for those who hew the rocks, like Parvez tricks do know.
جلال پادشاہي ہو کہ جمہوري تماشا ہوجدا ہو ديں سياست سے تو رہ جاتي ہے چنگيزي
Statecraft divorced from Faith to reign of terror leads, though it be a monarch’s rule or Commoners’ show.
سواد رومة الکبرے ميں دلي ياد آتي ہےوہي عبرت ، وہي عظمت ، وہي شان دل آويزي
The streets of Rome remind of Delhi’s glorious past, the lesson same and charm are writ upon its brow.
Sources and translator credits
- Original text transcription: Bal-e-Jibril — زمستاني ہوا ميں گرچہ تھي شمشير کي تيزي — 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