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JAVID NAMA [Electronic resources] - نسخه متنی

Muhammad Iqbal

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The servant of God has
no need of any station,
no man is his slave,
and he is the slave of none;
the servant of God is a
free man, that is all,
his kingdom and laws
are given by God alone,
his customs, his way,
his faith, his laws are of God,
of God his foul and
fair, his bitter and sweet.
The self-seeking mind
heeds not another’s welfare,
sees only its own
benefit, not another’s;
God’s revelation
sees the benefit of all,
its regard is for the
welfare and profit of all.
Just alike in peace and
in the ranks of war,
His joining and parting
are without fear and favour;
when other than God
determines the aye and nay
then the strong man
tyrannises over the weak;
in this world command
is rooted in naked power;
mastery drawn from
other than God is pure unbelief.
The tyrannical ruler
who is well-versed in power
builds about himself a
fortress made up of edicts;
white falcon, sharp of
claw and swift to seize,
he takes for his
counsellor the silly sparrow
giving to tyranny its
constitution and laws,
a sightless man giving
collyrium to the blind.
What results from the
laws and constitutions of kings?
Fat lords of the manor,
peasants lean as spindles!
Woe to the constitution
of the democracy of Europe!
The sound of that
trumpet renders the dead still deader;
those tricksters,
treacherous as the revolving spheres,
have played the nations
by their own rules, and swept the board!
Robbers they, this one
wealthy, that one a toiler,
all the time lurking in
ambush one for another;
now is the hour to
disclose the secret of those charmers—
we are the merchandise,
and they take all the profits.
Their eyes are hard out
of the love of silver and gold,
their sons are a burden
upon their mothers’ backs.
Woe to a people who,
out of fear for the fruit,
carries off the very
sap from the tree’s trunk
and, that the plectrum
wins no melody from its strings,
slays the infant yet
unborn in its mother’s womb.
For all its repertory
of varied charms
I will take nothing
from Europe except-a warning!
You enchained to the
imitation of Europe, be free,
clutch the skirt of the
Koran, and be free!

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