مري نوا سے ہوئے زندہ عارف و عامي
English title: The Gnostic and the common throng
The Gnostic and the common throng new life have gained through my song: I have conferred relish fine on them for Love’s fiery wine.
Some Ajami near the Holy Shrine did sadly sing this song and pine, ‘Alas! The robes by pilgrims worn to threads and pieces now are torn.’
The place of Husain, the Martyr great is fact, not bound to Space or Date, though the Syrians and the Kufis may often change their wont and way.
The gamblers who with you compete are deft of band and they can cheat: Your fumbling shaky hands, I fear, may bring about your ruin so drear.
No wonder if the Muslims gain their ancient glory once again; Sanjar’s splendour pomp and state, the piety and faqr of mystics great.
The robe of art and lore I wear is through Your special bounty there: You know my coarse and homely frame, to honour great I have no claim.
Sources and translator credits
- Original text transcription: Bal-e-Jibril — مري نوا سے ہوئے زندہ عارف و عامي — 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