سير فلک
English title: STROLLING IN THE CELESTIAL WORLD
As only imagination was my fellow-traveler My path happened to pass through the sky
I was flying constantly and no one Was acquainted with me in the sky
The stars were staring at me in surprise My journey was a well guarded secret
I escaped from the alternation of day and night I escaped from this ancient order of things
What can I tell you what Paradise is It is the climax of material longings
Birds were singing in the branches of Unabashed Hour's beauty was present all around
Beautiful cup-bearers with wine-cups in hand The audience was crying drink more and more
Far from the Paradise the eye observed There was a dark house, cold and silent
Countenance of Qais and Lailah's material form Were shoulder to shoulder with its darkness
It was so cold that being embarrassed by it The Arctic Circle was concealing its face
When I inquired about its condition The reply of the angel was strange
This cold place is called Hell It is deprived of fire and light
The heat of its flames which is borrowed Terrifies the people seeking admonition
When the earth's people come here They bring their embers with them
Sources and translator credits
- Original text transcription: Bang-e-Dara — سير فلک — 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 — Strolling in the Celestial World — 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