زمانہ آيا ہے بے حجابي کا ، عام ديدار يار ہو گا
English title: TIME HAS COME FOR OPENNESS, BELOVED'S SIGHT WILL BE COMMON
Time has come for openness, Beloved's Sight will be common | The secret which silence had concealed, will be unveiled now
O Cup‑bearer! Time has gone when wine was taken secretly | The whole world will be tavern, everyone will be drinking
Those who once wandered insane, will return to habitations | Lovers' wandering will be the same but deserts will be new
The Hijaz’ silence has proclaimed to the waiting ear at last | The covenants established with desert's inhabitants will be re‑affirmed
Which coming out of deserts had overturned the Roman Empire | I have heard from the Qudsis that the same lion will be re-awakened
As the cup‑bearer mentioned me in the wine‑drinkers' assembly | The tavern's sage said, "He is insolent, he will be disgraced"
O Western world's inhabitants, God's world is not a shop! | What you are considering genuine, will be regarded counterfeit
Your civilization will commit suicide with its own dagger | The nest built on the frail branch will not be durable
The caravan of the feeble ants will make fleet of rose petals | However strong the ocean waves' tumult be it will cross the ocean
The poppy, roaming in the garden, shows its spots to every f lower-bud | Knowing that by this exhibition it will be counted among the Lovers
O Sight! That was the One you showed us as a thousand | If this is your state what will be your credibility?
As I told the turtledove one day the free of here are treading on dust ! | The buds started saying that I must be the knower of the garden's secrets!
There are thousands of God's Lovers, who are roaming in the wilderness | I shall adore the one who will be the lover of God's people
This is the world's custom, O Heart! Even winking is a sin | What will our respect be if you will be restless here?
In the darkness of the night I shall take out my tired caravan | My sigh will be shedding sparks my breath will be throwing f lames
If there is nothing but show in the aim of your life | Your destruction from the world will be in a breath like spark
Do not ask about the condition of Iqbal, he is in the same state | Sitting somewhere by the wayside he must be waiting for oppression!
Sources and translator credits
- Original text transcription: Bang-e-Dara — زمانہ آيا ہے بے حجابي کا ، عام ديدار يار ہو گا — 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
