موت
English title: DEATH
لحد ميں بھي يہي غيب و حضور رہتا ہےاگر ہو زندہ تو دل ناصبور رہتا ہے
If Self of man perfection gains devoid of rest his heart remains, even in the niche of grave Presence and Absence he must brave.
مہ و ستارہ ، مثال شرارہ يک دو نفسمے خودي کا ابد تک سرور رہتا ہے
The Moon and stars shine like a spark, for moments few and then the dark; the rapture caused by Ego's wine is as eternal as things divine.
فرشتہ موت کا چھوتا ہے گو بدن تيرا!ترے وجود کے مرکز سے دور رہتا ہے
If your Ego is ripe and mature, your life from Death becomes secure: Death's angel may earthly frame contact, but can not harm your soul, in fact.
Sources and translator credits
- Original text transcription: Zarb-e-Kalim — موت — 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: Zarb-e-Kalim — 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
- Zarb-e-Kalim English translation at allama-iqbal.com — Death — Public digital poem page, retrieved 2026-10-06; pinned to allama-iqbal.com commit 82547635bb6b758c45082084b2f152fc453a8056.Translation by Syed Akbar Ali Shah; English Translation by: Syed Akbar Ali ShahSource