But I have not beheld a park where tulips have their collars torn..

Woh Naghma Sardi-e-Khoon-e-Ghazal Sara Ki Daleel

Ke Jis Ko Sun Ke Tera Chehra Taabnaak Nahin

 

Nawa Ko Karta Hai Mouj-e-Nafs Se Zahr Alood

Woh Ne Nawaz Ke Jis Ka Zameer Paak Nahin

 

Phira Mein Mashriq-o-Maghrib Ke Lala Zaron Mein

Kisi Chaman Mein Greban-e-Lala Chaak Nahin..

(IQBAL)

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A song that fails to make your face glimmer and glow with joy and glee,

Shows that minstrelʹs blood is cold, His heart of heat and warmth is free

That player on the flute who has a conscience much defiled, impure,

With puff of breath can make a tune replete with poison which hasnʹt cure

I have visited the meads in East and West, where tulips parks adorn;

But I have not beheld a park where tulips have their collars torn..

 

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