The
Moon
(Iqbal’s
Chaand)
From my wasteland far away
is thy homeland,
But, my river-like heart develops waves on thy attraction,
Where is thy destination? From where thou cometh?
Thy face became pale, perhaps
due to exertion of journey,
By creation thou art all-light,
I am dark,
But, in this wretchedness I am thy equal,
Alas! I burn in the fire of
longing to view,
Thou art all-burn due to scars of
obligation of the sun,
Thy movement is constant in a
circular path,
My movement too is
like rotation of a compass,
Thou art wandering in an orbit, I am amazed,
Thou art lighted in concert of
existence, I am faced with heart- burn,
I am in the path of my goal, thou
too art in the path of thy goal,
The silence that abides in thy
land abides in my heart,
By nature thou art needy , so
am I,
Moonlight is thy contribution, love is my distinction,
I
too have a society where I live in,
If in
thy concert thou art unique, I too am alone,
Presence of the sun is message of death
in thy favour,
I become fascinated by manifestation of
the eternal handsomeness,
Still O the bright moon! I am different from thee,
Someone who feels pain of love is a different person,
Though my whole person is dark,
thou art all-light,
Thou art hundreds of stages away from taste of insight,
What the purpose of my life is I know,
This is that shine of which thy forehead if devoid of.
(Suggestions invited to make the above more exact.)
