ہو حلقہ یاراں تو بریشم کی طرح نرمرزم حق و باطل ہو تو فولاد ہے مومن
Ho Halqa-e-Yaran To Baresham Ki Tarah NaramRazm-e-Haq-o-Batil Ho To Foulad Hai Momin
A man whose faith is firm and strong, Is soft as silk in friendly throng:In skirmish between wrong and right, Like sword of steel, he stands to fight!
افلاک سے ہے اس کی حریفانہ کشاکشخاکی ہے مگر خاک سے آزاد ہے مومن
Aflak Se Hai Iss Ki Hareefana KashakashKhaki Hai Magar Khak Se Azad Hai Momin
The skies are his inveterate foes, His war with them e’er onward goes:Though Muslim true of clay is born, From earthly bonds still he is torn.
جچتے نہیں کنجشک و حمام اس کی نظر میںجبریل و سرافیل کا صیاد ہے مومن
Jachte Nahin Kunjishik-o-Hamam Iss Ki Nazar MeinJibreel-o-Sarafeel Ka Sayyad Hai Momin
To hunt the sparrow and the dove, He does not like and does not love:He much aspires his noose to cast, On angels great and hold it fast.
کہتے ہیں فرشتے کہ دل آویز ہے مومنحوروں کو شکایت ہے کم آمیز ہے مومن
Kehte Hain Farishte Kr Dil Awaiz Hai MominHooron Ko Shikayat Hai, Kam Amaiz Hai Momin
The angels of this thing are sure, That a Muslim can allure;But Maids of Eden do complain, From society he does oft refrain.
From Zarb-e-Kaleem (1936) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan
