Ill fits this world of Your freemen, ill the next:

Tere Azad Bandon Ki Na Ye Dunya, Na Woh Dunya;
Yahan Merne Ki Pabandi, Wahan Jeene Ki Pabandi

Ill fits this world of Your freemen, ill the next:
Death’s hard yoke frets them here, life’s hard yoke there.

Guzar Auqat Kar Leta Hai Ye Koh-o-Biyaban Mein;
Ke Shaheen Ke Liye Zillat Hai Kaar-e-Ashiyan Bandi

The hawk lives out his days in rocks and desert,
Tame nest-twig carrying his proud claws forswear.

Ye Faizan-e-Nazar Tha Ya Ke Maktab Ki Karamat Thi;
Sikhaye Kis Ne Ismaeel (A.S.) Ko Adaab-e-Farzandi

Was it book‐lesson, or father’s glance, that taught
The son of Abraham what son should bear?

| Allama Iqbal