مخلوقات ہنر
English title: CREATIONS OF ART
ہے يہ فردوس نظر اہل ہنر کي تعميرفاش ہے چشم تماشا پہ نہاں خانہ ذات
The craftsmen by their tact have built such works that Eden jealous make: The eyes endowed with sight can see; states hid that stir the heart and rake.
نہ خودي ہے ، نہ جہان سحر و شام کے دورزندگاني کي حريفانہ کشاکش سے نجات
There is no Self nor usual change of morn and night at all is found: The Muslims have got rid entire of combats and shun such a round.
آہ ، وہ کافر بيچارہ کہ ہيں اس کے صنم!عصر رفتہ کے وہي ٹوٹے ہوئے لات و منات
Ah! The infidel poor still pays homage to his idols old; though their broken state lie knows, yet oil him they retain their hold.
تو ہے ميت ، يہ ہنر تيرے جنازے کا امام!نظر آئي جسے مرقد کے شبستاں ميں حيات
You are a corpse and your art the leader of your funeral rite: In pitch dark bed-room of the grave, of life the fellow catches sight.
Sources and translator credits
- Original text transcription: Zarb-e-Kalim — مخلوقات ہنر — 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 — Creations Of Art — 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