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Crescent Of Eid (Iqbal's Hilal-e-Eid)


                                               The Crescent Of Eid
                                    (Iqbal’s Hilal-e-Eid penned in 1912)

                    Crescent of Shawwal! O dearer than the dearest for the fasting Muslims,
                    Come! For thee Muslims were all-wait head to foot,

                    On thy forehead is written message of Eid,
                    Thy evening is the preface of morning’s celebrations,

                    Thou art the mirror of the blessed nation,
                    O the new Moon! We cherish old love for thee,

                    The banner under which we displayed swordsmanship,
                    Our tunics got coloured with enemy’s blood,

                    To be integral with this very banner is thy fate,
                    Increase of gracefulness leads to thy honour and Muslim nation as well,

                    Our nation is faith-abiding, thou too art faith-abiding,
                    Thy silvery attire is a symbol of peace and goodness,

                    From apex of the heavens have a look on the settlement of earth,
                    From thy exalted place see the lowliness of our earth,

                    See other nations and see their fast progress too,
                    See the miserable Muslim nation’s disgust of their goal,

                    Seeing thee on the horizon we lavishly expended,
                    O the empty bowl! See our poverty too today,

                    Muslims are captivated in the chains of the sectarianism,
                    See thy independence too, see their imprisonment too,

                    In the mosque see the broken thread of rosary of the Sheikh,
                    In the temple see the firm sacred thread of the Brahmin,

                    Yes! See the professional sycophancy of the respectable,
                    And see the self-respect of those who were disreputable,

                    Whom we made acquainted with manners of speech,
                    See the hot verbosity too of the once speechless,

                    Hear the song of gaiety and happiness in palaces of the West,
                    And in Iran just see the preparation of mourning,

                    The innocent Turk ripped the tunic of the caliphate,
                    See the simple-mindedness of Muslim, see the cunningness of others too,

                    Like a mirror see everything and remain silent,
                    In the tumult of today be absorbed in melody of the past.

                     (Suggestions invited to make the above more exact.)
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