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|Salutation to Rumi from Iqbal’s
‘Bal-i-Jibreel’– Gabriel’s Wings
That secret message I may profess
Leading to my rapturous tunes.
How can any stars foretell my fortune
Roaming in shore less skies, they are
Lost, bewildered and doomed.
Ever pondered what life is for thee?
Lack of vision; mind’s emptiness,
Caught in scepticism; suffering;
Listening the call: annihilate thyself,
Crying…why me? Proclaiming,(3)
How strange! He wants me to lose
The greatest gift He bestowed on me.
Clear conscience, high vision,
Arduous passion bold,
I neither liked nor claim
Plato’s philosophy or Croesus’ gold.
I learnt my lesson
With Holy Ascension
Men are holding a tight grip
On celestial horizon. (2)
Life is still in the process of becoming
Listen to the chanting
Be and it becomes.
Your reason is mesmerized
By Western thought;
your life sickened with their style;
Remedy lies but with Rumi
Burn thyself; catch his flame of ecstasy
His graciousness enlightened my spirit,
Transforming my small cup into gigantic Amu. (5)
English Translation of
Part II (Ode no. III)