نوائے غم
English title: THE SONG OF GRIEF
My life is similar to that of the silent violin | The lap of which is full of all kinds of melodies
The harp of the universe is sacrificed on whose silence | Every string of which is the grave of hundreds of melodies
The silence of which is the custodian of music's perfection | And the silence of which is not obligated to any uproar
Ah ! The hope of my Love was never fulfilled | This instrument was never hit by the plectrum
But sometimes the zephyr of the garden of Tur flows | And sometimes the breeze of Houri’s breath from the sky
Which gently touches the string of my life | And frees the imprisoned soul of my life
The gentle sound of the music of despair rises | The clarion's call for the caravan of tears rises
Just as dew's elegance depends upon the taste for racing | The elegance of my nature depends upon grief's melodies !
Sources and translator credits
- Original text transcription: Bang-e-Dara — نوائے غم — 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: Bang-e-Dara — 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
- English translations in the Bang-e-Dara digital anthology excerpt — Recovered Urdu poetry anthology PDF excerpt; publication title and year are not established by the preserved source packet (bang-english.pdf, 105 PDF pages).Translation by M.A.K. Khalil; Passages are individually credited in the recovered PDF as “Translated by M.A.K. Khalil”; exact source and credit PDF page locators are stored with each imported passage.Source