(Written in Kabul)
|Muslims are born with a gift to charm, to persuade;|
Brave men—they are endowed with a noble courtesy.
|Slaves of custom are all the schools of old;|
They teach the eaglet to grovel in the dust.
|These victims of the past have seen the dawn of hope,|
When I revealed to them the eagle’s ways.
|The man of God knows but two words of faith;|
The scholar has tomes of knowledge old and new.
|About wine and women I know not how to write;|
Ask not a stone-breaker to work on glass.
|O Iqbal! From where did you learn to be such a dervish:|
Even among the kings there is talk about your contentment!
Translated by: Naim Siddiqui