تراجم
یہ صفحہ صرف مستنصر میر کے دستیاب تراجم والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
مستنصر میر کے تراجم میں علامہ اقبال کی کتاب زبور عجم
To the Reader
Part One
The ardent longing in our hearts – where does it come from? Ours is the tumbler, but the wine within – where does it come from?
From my handful of dust You draw out a hundred laments; you are nearer than the soul – for all Your shy reserve.
The eyes and heart that I have take such delight in view – what is my fault if I should carve idols out of rough stone?
Either do not tell the Muslim to put his life at risk, or else breathe a new soul into this worn-out frame. Do one thing or the other!
If a sight causes loss of self, it is better hidden from view: I do not accept the deal, Your price is too high.
I bow down before myself – there is no temple or Ka’bah left! This one is missing in Arabia, that one in other lands.