LADEN with pearls departed from the presence-hall
of God
That cloud that makes the pulse of life stir in the rose-bud's vein
And on its way saw Paradise, and trembled with desire
That on such exquisite abode it might descend in rain.
A voice sounded from Paradise: 'They wait for you afar,
Kabul and Ghazni and Herat, and their new-springing grass;
Scatter the tear from Nadir's eye on the poppy's burning scar,
That never more may be put out the poppy's glowing fire!
| Note : Mr. Naeem Siddiqui did not translate this poem. So, the translation of this poem has been taken from "Poems from Iqbal" by V. G. Kiernan. ISBN: 0 19 579185 1 |