Main Bhi Hazir Tha Wahan, Zabt-e-Sukhan Kar Na Saka Haq Se Jab Hazrat-e-Mullah Ko Mila Hukm-e-Bahisht
Being present there, my impetuous tongue to silence I could not resign When an order from God of admission on high came the way of that reverend divine;
Arz Ki Main Ne, Elahi! Meri Takseer Maaf Khush Na Ayen Ge Isse Hoor-o-Sharab-o-Lab-e-Kisht
I humbly addressed the Almighty: O Lord, Excuse this presumption of mine, But he’ll never relish the virgins of heaven, The garden’s green borders, the wine!
Nahin Fardous Maqam-e-Jadal-o-Qaal-o-Aqwal Behas-o-Takrak Iss Allah Ke Bande Ki Sarisht
For paradise isn’t place for a preacher to meddle and meddle and mangle, And he, pious man—second nature to him is the need to dispute and to jangle;
Hai Badamozi-e-Aqwam-o-Milal Kaam Iss Ka Aur Jannat Mein Na Masjid, Na Kalisa, Na Kunisht!
His business has been to set folk by the ears and get nations and sects in a tangle: Up there in the sky is no Mosque and no Church and no Temple—with whom will he wrangle?
Lyrics by: Allama Iqbal Recited by: Zia Mohyeddin Sahib Recitation courtesy: Iqbal Academy Pakistan