غزل
English title: GHAZAL
I don't belong to Fars or Hind, to Iraq or Hejaz don't trace my breed. The Self to me this much has taught spurn both the worlds and pay no heed.
You are a heathen in my view, the same to you may seem my creed: To count the breath, your Faith and goal, while melting breath my job and deed.
Your change, no doubt, is good and well, and so your change of Moslem Creed. This Faith is meant for men, like hawks, it suits not pheasants' quivering breed.
Such passionate Love of God and craze, in wilds and wastes has not caught my sight; whose magic force and rapture great, the faults of reason may set right.
A poet must ne'er keep aloof from noisy fretful stream of life; the bard, who shuns the facts and truths, can't make the nation face its strife.
Sources and translator credits
- Original text transcription: Zarb-e-Kalim — غزل — 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 — — 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