Batin-e-Hangama Abad-e-Chaman Khamosh Hai
These songs of turtle doves and nightingales are merely ear’s illusion
Behind this uproar the world of the garden is silent
Khanda-Zan Saqi Hai, Sari Anjuman Be-Hosh Hai
O Western wine the effect of your goblets is only this
That cup‐bearer is laughing and the entire assembly is unconscious
Jurm Tha Kya Afreenish Bhi Ke Tu Ru-Posh Hai
In the world’s sorrowful house you are not traceable
Was creation also a crime so Your nature is concealed?
Pehlu-e-Insan Mein Ek Hangama-e-Khamosh Hai
Ah! What the world considers heart is not heart
In the human breast this is a silent tumult
Ye Samajh Le Koi Meena Khana Bar-e-Dosh Hai
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Walk on the path of life but walk carefully
Understand that some glass work is on your shoulders
Ah, Ae Iqbal! Woh Bulbul Bhi Ab Khamosh Hai
Through whom Delhi and Lahore were drawn together
Ah! Iqbal that nightingale is silent now.