فراق
English title: SEPARATION
I am wandering in search of a secluded corner. I have taken refuge at this mountain's side.
Attraction of springs in their broken songs is excellent, like the infant's supplication, who is learning to speak.
The evening stars are established on the throne of twilight's rubies: The spectacle of the evening's beauty is Paradise for the observant's eye.
Silence of separation's evening was an excuse to me; someone's memory taught singing of this ode to me.
This is the state of my impatient soul; I am like the small baby who is left alone.
He starts the music in the darkness of the night. He considers his own voice as someone else's voice.
In this way I give message of patience to my heart; in other words I beguile the night of separation
Sources and translator credits
- Original text transcription: Bang-e-Dara — فراق — 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
- Bang-e-Dara English translation at allama-iqbal.com — Separation — Public digital poem page, retrieved 2026-10-05; pinned to allama-iqbal.com commit 82547635bb6b758c45082084b2f152fc453a8056.Translation by Dr M.A.K. Khalil; English Translation by: Dr M.A.K. KhalilSource