The Poet
Manzil-e-Sanaat Ke Rah Pema Hain Dast-O-Paye Qoum
A nation is like a body, and the individuals in it the body’s limbs:
Those who walk the road of industry are its hands and feet,
Shayar-e-Rangee Nawa Hai Dida-e-Beenaye Qoum
The office of government is its beautiful face,
And the poet of tuneful melodies is its seeing eye.
Kis Qadar Hamdard Sare Jism Ki Hoti Hai Ankh
If just one limb should suffer pain, Tears will drop from the eye–
How anxious the eye is for the whole body!