الہي عقل خجستہ پے کو ذرا سي ديوانگي سکھا دے
English title: O GOD! TEACH A LITTLE LOVE TO MY HAPPY INTELLECT
O God! Teach a little Love to my happy Intellect. It loves fine stitching but my shirt has no collar.
As I got Love's ardor the angels said on azal's morning: ‘You are like the grave's candle, you have no assembly’.
No friend is available here; this land is friendless, O Heart! You want something from me which does not exist under the sky.
The Arab architect made it distinct from the whole world; the foundation of our nation's fort is not geographical unity.
Why this coming and going, future's concern is a conceit; we are manifest in everything, we do not have any homeland.
Somebody should take my message to the Makhzan's editor: Activist nations do not have taste for poetic literature!
Sources and translator credits
- Original text transcription: Bang-e-Dara — الہي عقل خجستہ پے کو ذرا سي ديوانگي سکھا دے — 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 — — 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