Dr. Allama Muhammad Iqbal is the national poet of Pakistan. He was born on 9th November, 1877. This blog is about the life and poetry of Allama Iqbal. This Blog has the poerty of Iqbal in Urdu, Roman Urdu and English translation.

Saturday 24 November 2012

An Ode To India

Better than the whole world is this India of ours

We are its nightingales, it is the garden of ours

If we are in foreign lands our hearts think of the homeland

Consider us present where this heart of ours is present

The highest mountain, touching the sky

It is our sentinel, it is our watchman

Thousands of rivers are playing in its lap are playing

Which make this garden of ours to be the world's envy

O, The River Gangaas waters ! Do you remember the day

When our caravan landed at your banks

Religion does not teach hostility with each other

We are Indians, India is our homeland

Greece, Egypt, Rome are all extinct from the world

But our renown and fame have continued so far

There is some secret that our existence is not effaced

For centuries time's vicissitudes have been our foe

Iqbal! In the world there is no confidante of ours 

How would anyone know the hidden pathos of ours  

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