نہ ہو طغيان مشتاقي تو ميں رہتا نہيں باقي
English title: This onrush of yearning— I cannot live without it
Devoid of passion’s roar I can exist no more: What else can be this life but passion strong and strife?
My essence endlessly impels my minstrelsy: Some may in throng be still, who feels for others’ ill.
Love’s flame can still set fire to lodge and goods entire: If thirst be not aflame, wherefore the saki blame?
Your judgment of the West on glamour must not rest: Its essence seems so bright by means of electric light.
The thoughts of world conquest can never shape in breast, if blessed not be your gaze with world-wide wont and ways.
I, even in winter drear, fell not in hunter’s snare: My nest’s branches bare drew the hunter’s stare.
Their plans shall end in smoke, miscarry the destined stroke: This fact with truth is fraught, no fiction of my thought.
Sources and translator credits
- Original text transcription: Bal-e-Jibril — نہ ہو طغيان مشتاقي تو ميں رہتا نہيں باقي — 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