سختياں کرتا ہوں دل پر ، غير سے غافل ہوں ميں

Haye Kya Achi Kehi Zalim Hun Main, Jahil Hun Main
Jo Namood-e-Haq Se Mit Jata Hai Woh Batil Hun Main
Waye Mehroomi! Khazaf Chain-e-Lab Sahil Hun MainHai Meri Dillat Hi Kuch Meri Sharafat Ki Daleel
Jis Ki Ghaflat Ko Malak Rote Hain Woh Ghafil Hun Mein
Bazm-e-Hasti ! Apni Araaish Pe Tu Nazaan Na Ho
Tu To Ek Tasveer Hai Mehfil Ki Aur Mehfil Hun Main
Dhoonta Phirta Hun Ae Iqbal Apne App Ko
App Hi Goya Musafir, App Hi Manzil Hun Mein
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I bear hardships on myself, I am unconcerned with others
Alas! How strange, I am the oppressor, I am the ignorant
I existed only till the time Thy Splendor appeared
I am the falsehood which is annihilated by the Truth
From the knowledge’s sea divers came out with pearls in hand
Alas, O deprivation! A mere pebble collector on the sea shore I am
My disgrace itself is the demonstration of my nobility
I am the negligence which the angels ardently desire
O the existence’ assemblage! Be not proud of your beauty
You are a mere picture of the assemblage, I am the assemblage
I am the traveler as well as the destination