Shakespeare
By Muhammad Iqbal
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
The river's sweep is mirror to the morning's breaking light
The evening silence: mirror to the song of eventide
The rose's petal: mirror to the lovely cheek of spring
The handsome server: mirror to the gorgeousness of wine.
Beauty is mirror to the truth and the heart mirrors beauty.
Your turned words' beauty mirrors all the heart of humankind.
Existence finds perfection in your star-bestriding thought.
Is your creation's splendor why the universe was wrought?
The eye that wanted to behold you, when it looked to you,
Saw but the sun by its own brilliance hidden everywhere.
You kept yourself well hidden to the eyes of all the world
But you looked with your own two eyes and saw the world laid bare.
The watchful hand of Nature guards its secrets jealously.
Never again will it make one so versed in mystery.
The Original:
By Muhammad Iqbal
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
The river's sweep is mirror to the morning's breaking light
The evening silence: mirror to the song of eventide
The rose's petal: mirror to the lovely cheek of spring
The handsome server: mirror to the gorgeousness of wine.
Beauty is mirror to the truth and the heart mirrors beauty.
Your turned words' beauty mirrors all the heart of humankind.
Existence finds perfection in your star-bestriding thought.
Is your creation's splendor why the universe was wrought?
The eye that wanted to behold you, when it looked to you,
Saw but the sun by its own brilliance hidden everywhere.
You kept yourself well hidden to the eyes of all the world
But you looked with your own two eyes and saw the world laid bare.
The watchful hand of Nature guards its secrets jealously.
Never again will it make one so versed in mystery.
The Original:
شيکسپير
محمد اقبال
محمد اقبال
شفق صبح کو دريا کا خرام آئينہ
نغمہ شام کو خاموشي شام آئينہ
برگ گل آئنہ عارض زيبائے بہار
شاہد مے کے ليے حجلہ جام آئينہ
حسن آئنہ حق اور دل آئنہ حسن
دل انساں کو ترا حسن کلام آئينہ
ہے ترے فکر فلک رس سے کمال ہستي
کيا تري فطرت روشن تھي مآل ہستي
تجھ کو جب ديدئہ ديدار طلب نے ڈھونڈا
تاب خورشيد ميں خورشيد کو پنہاں ديکھا
چشم عالم سے تو ہستي رہي مستور تري
اور عالم کو تري آنکھ نے عرياں ديکھا
حفظ اسرار کا فطرت کو ہے سودا ايسا
رازداں پھر نہ کرے گي کوئي پيدا ايسا
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