گلہ
English title: COMPLAINT
معلوم کسے ہند کي تقدير کہ اب تکبيچارہ کسي تاج کا تابندہ نگيں ہے
The Fate of Mind to none at all is known, this lustrous gem still decks the British crown.
دہقاں ہے کسي قبر کا اگلا ہوا مردہبوسيدہ کفن جس کا ابھي زير زميں ہے
Her peasant seems like corpse for want and dearth, whose rotten shroud is still beneath the earth.
جاں بھي گرو غير ، بدن بھي گرو غيرافسوس کہ باقي نہ مکاں ہے نہ مکيں ہے
His soul and frame to aliens have been sold. Alas! The soul on lodge has lost its hold.
يورپ کي غلامي پہ رضا مند ہوا تومجھ کو تو گلہ تجھ سے ہے ، يورپ سے نہيں ہے
With Europe's bondage you are quite content, no plaint 'gainst them, but I your act resent.
Sources and translator credits
- Original text transcription: Zarb-e-Kalim — گلہ — 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 — Complaint — 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