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The Morning Sun (Allama Iqbal)

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Far from the ignoble strife of Man's tavern you are The wine-cup adorning the sky's assemblage you are The jewel which should be the pearl of the morning's bride's ear you are The ornament which would be the pride of horizon's forehead you are The blot of night's ink from time's page has been removed! The star from sky like a spurious picture has been removed! When from the roof of the sky your beauty appears Effect of sleep's wine suddenly from eyes disappears Perception's expanse gets filled with light Though opens only the material eye your light The spectacle which the eyes seek is desired The effulgence which would open the insight is desired The desires for freedom were not fulfilled in this life We remained imprisoned in chains of dependence all life The high and the low are alike for your eye I too have longing for such a discerning eye May my eye shedding tears in sympathy for others' woes be May my heart free from the prejudice of nation and customs be May my tongue be not bound with discrimination of color May mankind be my nation, the whole world my country be May secret of Nature's organization clear to my insight be May smoke of my imagination's candle rising to the sky be May search for secrets of opposites not make me restless May the Love-creating Beauty in everything appear to me If the rose petals get damaged by the breeze May its pain dropping from my eye as a tear be May the heart contain that little spark of Love's fire The light of which may contain the secret of the Truth May my heart not mine but the Beloved's mirror be May no thought in my mind except human sympathy be If you cannot endure the hardships of the tumultuous world O the Great Luminary that is not the mark of greatness As you are not aware of your world-decorating beauty You cannot be equal to a speck of dust at the Man's door The light of Man eager for the Spectacle ever remained And you obligated to the tomorrow's morning ever remained Longing for the Light of the Truth is only in our hearts Abode of Lailah of desire for search is only in this litter Opening of the difficult knot, Oh what a pleasure it is The pleasure of universal gain in our endless effort is Your bosom is unacquainted with the pain of investigation You are not familiar with searching of the secrets of Nature

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