IN  RESPONSE  TO  THE  REQUEST  FOR WRITING  A  POEM  ON  ‘EID

Introduction
As stated earlier Muslim festivals are occasions for stock-taking and reminiscing. In this  short poem full of pathos ‘All«mah Iqb«l is  showing his  intense grief  at the decline of  the Muslim Ummah. This grief is aggravated by the visit to  the Shalamar Garden which is a famous and very beautiful park in Lahore, Pakistan. This garden and park was established by the Mughal Emperor, Nër al-Dân Jah«ngâr (1569-1627, reigned 1605-27). Lahore  was the capital of the Mughal Empire during his reign.

Translation
In the Sh«l«m«r Garden a yellowed leaf was saying
“Gone is that spring of which the confidante I am

The garden’s visitors should not trample me down
The memory of the branch of their own nest I am”

This tiny little leaf made the heart  restless
One coming  into the garden complete mourner of spring I am

In the autumn I am crying in remembrance of the spring
How can I get the happiness of Eid as grief-stricken I am

Devastated have become the olden days’ taverns
A memorial of the olden days’ wine drinkers  I am

                It gives the message of pleasure and happiness to us!
                The crescent of Eid is making fun of us!