دعا (مسجد قرطبہ ميں لکھي گئي)
English title: A Prayer
A PRAYER: Written in the Mosque of Cordova. My invocations are sincere and true, they form my ablutions and prayers due.
One glance of guide such joy and warmth can grant, on marge of stream can bloom the tulip plant.
One has no comrade on Love’s journey long save fervent zeal, and passion great and strong.
O God, at gates of rich I do not bow, you are my dwelling place and nesting bough.
Your Love in my breast burns like Doomsday morn, the cry, He is God, on my lips is born.
Your Love, makes me fret with pain and pine, You are the only quest and aim of mine.
Without You town appears devoid of life, when present, same town appears astir with strife.
For wine of gnosis I request and ask, to get some dregs I break the cup and glass.
The mystics’ gourds and commons’ pitchers wait for liquor of your Grace and Bounty great.
Against Your godhead I have a genuine plaint, for You the Spaceless, while for me restraint.
Both verse and wisdom indicate the way which longing face to face can not convey.
Sources and translator credits
- Original text transcription: Bal-e-Jibril — دعا (مسجد قرطبہ ميں لکھي گئي) — 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 — Prayer — Public digital poem page, retrieved 2026-10-06; pinned to allama-iqbal.com commit 82547635bb6b758c45082084b2f152fc453a8056.Translation by Naeem Siddiqui; English Translation by: Naeem SiddiquiSource