جہانہا روید از مشت گل من
English title: Worlds spring like grain from my handful of clay
جہانہا روید از مشت گل منبیا سرمایہ گیر از حاصل من
From my handful of clay, many worlds arise —
Come, take your share from the harvest of my prize.
میری خاک بدن سے کئی جہان پیدا ہوتے ہیں —
آ تو بھی میرے (کھیت کے) حاصل سے کچھ فائدہ اٹھا۔
غلط کردی رہ سر منزل دوستدمی گم شو بہ صحرای دل من
You've lost the path to the Friend, the divine —
Lose yourself in my heart's desert for a moment, to find the sign.
تو دوست (اللہ تعالیٰ) کی منزل کا راستہ بھلا چکا ہے —
میرے دل کے صحرا میں ایک لمحہ کے لیے گم ہو جا (تاکہ تجھے راہنمائی حاصل ہو)۔
Sources and translator credits
- Original text transcription: Payam-e-Mashriq — جہانہا روید از مشت گل من — 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: Payam-e-Mashriq — 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
- payam-e-mashriq: published English translation by مخدوم حسان — Published digital poem page (baoh4gcm.json); retrieved 2026-10-05.Translation by مخدوم حسان; Published English translation credited on the Zinderood digital poem page; the exact source unit is recorded with each imported passage.Source
- payam-e-mashriq: published Urdu translation by مخدوم حسان — Published digital poem page (baoh4gcm.json); retrieved 2026-10-05.Translation by مخدوم حسان; Published Urdu translation credited on the Zinderood digital poem page; the exact source unit is recorded with each imported passage.Source