پرواز
English title: FLIGHT
کہا درخت نے اک روز مرغ صحرا سےستم پہ غم کدئہ رنگ و بو کي ہے بنياد
The tree said to a bird of the desert one day: ‘Creation is founded on the principle of injustice;
خدا مجھے بھي اگر بال و پر عطا کرتاشگفتہ اور بھي ہوتا يہ عالم ايجاد
For the Creation could have been so much more pleasant if I had also been granted the gift of flight.’
ديا جواب اسے خوب مرغ صحرا نے!غضب ہے ، داد کو سمجھا ہوا ہے تو بيداد
The bird gave him a good reply: ‘Woe! You regard justice to be injustice;
جہاں ميں لذت پرواز حق نہيں اس کاوجود جس کا نہيں جذب خاک سے آزاد
He is not entitled to fly in this world, whoever is not free from earth-rootedness.’
Sources and translator credits
- Original text transcription: Bal-e-Jibril — پرواز — 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 — Flight — Public digital poem page, retrieved 2026-10-06; pinned to allama-iqbal.com commit 82547635bb6b758c45082084b2f152fc453a8056.Translation by Dr M A K Khalil; English Translation by: Dr M A K KhalilSource