Ghuncha Hai Agar Gul Ho, Gul Hai To Gulistan Ho
The spring breeze is flowing again start singing, O Iqbal
If you are a bud be the flower, if a flower the garden become
Barham Ho, Preshan Ho, Wusa’at Mein Byanban Ho
You are a handful of dust, with the warmth of the components
Wander around, scatter about and wilderness in extent become
Kam-Maya Hain Soudagar, Iss Daes Mein Arzan Ho
You belong to the essence of Love, you are invaluable
The purchasers are indigent, low priced in this country become
Tu Naghma’ay Rangeen Hai, Har Gosh Pe Uryan Ho
Why should your tunes be veiled in the guitar’s frets?
You are an ornamented song, evident to every ear become
Gulshan Hai To Shabnam Ho, Sehra Hai To Toofan Ho
O wise traveler! If in your path you encounter
The garden become dew, if wilderness the storm become
Maqsad Hai Agar Manzil, Gharat Gar-e-Saman Ho
Indulgence is concealed in the love of opulence
If you aim at the destination, destroyer of opulence become