The Himalyas (Iqbalshimala)

                                                The Himalyas

                                              (Iqbal’s Himala)

                                                  Stanza- I

                   O the Himalyas! O the wall of the territory of India,

                   The heavens bows to kiss thy forehead,

                  Sign of aging is not found in thee,

                  Thou art young between the cycle of dusk and dawn,

                 Mount Sinai was a site of divine refulgence for Moses,

                 Thou art sign of God’s power of creation for the intellectual,

                                           

                                                  Stanza-II

                  In the outward examination thou art a mountainous tract,

                  Thou art our guardian and great wall of India,

                 Thou art a collection of odes whose exordium is the sky,

                 Thou draws humans towards thy place of retirement of hearts,

                  The snow has fastened the turban of honour on thy head,

                  Which ridicules the halo of the world-illuminating sun,

                                 

                                                 Stanza-III

                  One moment of thy past life is the olden times,

                  Black clouds are camping in thy valleys,

                  Thy peaks are busy talking to the Pleiades,

                  Thou art on the earth and expanse of heavens is thy home,

                   Streams rising from thy foot have  reflecting surface,

                   Waves of blowing winds keep cleaning the fluid,

                                                 Stanza-IV

                  Cloud is riding the wave of the wind with,

                  The whip of lightning in hand given by mountains,

                 O the Himalyas! Thou too art a playground which,

                  Has been made by nature for the four elements,

                 Ah! The cloud is moving swaying to and fro in ecstatic mood,

                 The cloud is flying like the unchained elephant,

                                                 Stanza-V                                   

                  Movement of wave of morning is cradle,

                  Every flower-bud rocks in ecstasy,

                  Though silence of lip of petal is saying

                  I haven’t ever seen the instaneous pick of the flower-gatherer,

                  My silence is telling my story,

                  The secluded corner of nature is my abode,

                                                Stanza- VI  

                  Stream comes down singing from tip of mountain,

                  Analogous to heavenly canals of Kausar and Tasneem,

                 Showing the mirror-like to the lover of the nature,

                 Occasionally avoiding and dashing against stones en route,

                 While going play the impressive Iraq-mode,

                 O the traveller! Heart understands thy voice,

                                               Stanza- VII  

                 When evening comes and darkness sets in,

                 The noise of water-falls attracts the heart,

                 That silence of evening is preferable to conversation,

                 That ecstatic estate of thoughtfulness overcast on trees,

                  The redness of twilight rocks on mountainous range,

                  This powder on thy cheeks appears beautiful,

                                               Stanza- VIII

                 O the Himalyas! Tell the story of that times,

                 When ancient humans settled on thy foot,

                 Tell something of that life of simplicity,

                 On which there was no mark of powder of formality,

                 Well, show me O contemplation! Again that dusk and dawn,

                 Run backwards O the vicissitudes of fortune.

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