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04/21/03 at 01:43:09 |
[move]21 April. [shadow=red,left,300]ALLAMA IQBAL [/shadow] Day[/move] ************************************************** Freedom ----------- http://www.jaihoon.com/iqbal/iqbfreedom.htm To my mind those Days of past are coming When in the garden was spring And everyone chirping Where is such a freedom nowadays By their own wish one comes and goes Wound upon my heart is going sore As upon the tears of dew smiles the flower That pleasant-seeming picture That lovely-seeming figure Prosperous by which Was my abode In my home is no more coming The cry of those who're humming Had my freedom been In the hands of my own! How misfortunate I am My own home searching I am! My friends in their nation Laying I am in this prison Spring's come Buds of flowers are smiling In this dark home About my fate I am wailing Who in this prison Will my misfortune listen I fear that in this nest Will be my final rest My garden since I left This has been my state Grief with heart is consumed And heart with grief is consumed Take this not as a song O the ones who listen! Of grief-stricken hearts This is the sound of a plaint Free me O warden From this prison I am speechless prisoner Set me free and gain my prayer - Allama Iqbal http://www.jaihoon.com/iqbal/iqbfreedom.htm Note: Original poem entitled Azaadi by Allama Iqbal. English translation by Jaihoon. |
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