I
bear hardships on myself, I am unconcerned with others
Alas! How
strange, I am the oppressor, I am the ignorant
I existed
only till the time Thy Splendor appeared
I am the
falsehood which is annihilated by the Truth
From the
knowledge’s sea divers came out with pearls in hand
Alas, O
deprivation! A mere pebble collector on the sea shore I am
My
disgrace itself is the demonstration of my nobility
I am the
negligence which the angels ardently desire
O the
existence’ assemblage! Be not proud of your beauty
You are a
mere picture of the assemblage, I am the assemblage
O Iqbal! I
am in constant search for myself
I am the traveler as well as the destination
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