In Court Of Holy Prophet (sal.)
(Iqbal’s Huzoor Risalat Maab mein)
Penned in 1913 based on poetic imagination.
When the disturbances of the times outweighed
upon me,
I packed up and set out on a journey from the
world,
I lived in the constraints of dusk and dawn
but,
I couldn’t adjust with the old system of the
world,
Angels took me to the court of the holy
prophet, (sal.)
They escorted me to the person, the ayat-el-Rahmah of God,
The
holy prophet said”O the nightingale of the garden of Hijaz,
The
love of Islam is permeated into thy veins,
Thou
remaineth dead-drunk with the wine of love,
Thy humility is more than the sajdah of the mad-saint,
Thou
soared from the lowland of earth towards the skies,
Angels taught thee the art of soaring,
Thou came from the garden of world in
perceptible person,
For me what gift thou hast brought,”
Your Honour! In
the world comfort is not available,
The life which
is sought is not available,
Thousands of tulips and roses are in the
garden of existence,
The bud that contains odour of loyality is not
available,
But, I have brought for offering thee a
crystal,
In paradise too the content of this is not
available,
Thou
wilt get flashes of thy nation’s fight for honour,
This contains the blood of the Lybyan
martyres.
(Suggestions invited for betterment.)
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