An Ode to Allama Iqbal
Ł¾Ś¾Ų± ŲØŲ§ŲÆŁ ŲØŪŲ§Ų± Ų¢Ų¦Ū Ų Ų§ŁŲØŲ§Ł ŲŗŲ²Ł Ų®ŁŲ§Śŗ ŪŁ
(Phir baad-e-bahaar aayi, Iqbal ghazal khwaan ho)
ŲŗŁŚŪ ŪŪ Ų§ŚÆŲ± ŚÆŁ ŪŁŲ ŚÆŁ ŪŪ ŲŖŁ ŚÆŁŲ³ŲŖŲ§Śŗ ŪŁŪ
(Ghuncha hai agar gul ho, gul hai to gulistaan ho.)
Translation:
Behold, the spring breeze has returned once more,
Let Iqbal, the poet, take the floor.
For where blooms bud, the flower follows suit,
And where there's a flower, a garden takes root.
An Ode to Kaifi Azmi
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ŪŚŗ ŪŪ ŁŪŲÆ ŁŪ ŚÆŁŲ³ŲŖŲ§Śŗ ŪŁ
(Jo ek phool mein hai qaid, woh gulistaan ho)
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ŪŚŗ ŪŪ Ł¾ŁŪŲ§Śŗ ŁŪ ŁŲ§ŁŪ Ų²Ų§Ų± ŪŁ ŲŖŁ
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(Jo ek kali mein hai pinhaan, woh laala zaar ho tum.)
Translation:
A garden can be found in just one flower's hold,
A tulip garden in a bud's secret, untold.
Unlock the beauty, let it be unfurled,
See how a single bloom can paint the world.
