SEPARATION
THE sun is weaving with golden thread
A mantle of light about earth's head;
Creation hushed in ecstasy,
As in the presence of the Most High.
What can these know-stream, hill, moon, star—
Of separation's torturing scar?
Mine is this golden grief alone,
To this dust only is this grief known.
| 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 |