A poem about the HimalayasThe HimalayasO Himalah! O rampart of the realm of India!Bowing down, the sky kisses your forehead Your condition does not show any signs of old age. You are young in the midst of day and night's alternation The Kalām of ner san witnessed but one EffulgenceFor the discerning eye you are an embodiment of Effulgence To the outward eye you are a mere mountain rangeIn reality you are our sentinel, you are India's rampart You are the diwan whose opening verse is the skyYou lead Man to the solitudes of his heart's retreat Snow has endowed you with the turban of honourWhich scoffs at the crown of the world-illuminating sun Antiquity is but a moment of your bygone ageDark clouds are encamped in your valleys Your peaks are matching with the pleiades in eleganceThough you are standing on earth your abode is sky's expanse The stream in your flank is a fast flowing mirrorFor which the breeze is working like a kerchief The mountain top's lightning has given a whipIn the hands of cloud for the ambling horse O Himalah! Are you like a theater stageWhich nature's hand has made for its elements? Ah! How the cloud is swaying in excessive joyThe cloud like an unchained elephant is speeding Gentle movement of the morning zephyr is acting like a cradleEvery flower bud is swinging with intoxication of existence The flower bud's silence with the petal's tongue is saying"I have never experienced the jerk of the florist's hand Silence itself is relating the tale of mineThe corner of nature's solitude is the abode of mine" The brook is melodiously descending from the high landPutting the waves of Kawthar and Tasnām to embarrassment As if showing the mirror to Nature's beautyNow evading now rowing against the rock in its way Play in passing this orchestra of beautiful musicO wayfarer! The heart comprehends your music When the night's Lailah unfurls her long hairThe sound of water-falls allures the heart That silence of the night whose beauty surpasses speechThat state of silent meditation overshadowing the trees That dusk's beauty which shivers along the mountain rangeVery beautiful looks this rouge on your cheeks O Himalah! Do relate to us some stories of the timeWhen your valleys became abode of Man's ancestors Relate something of the life without sophisticationWhich had not been stained by the rouge of sophistication O Imagination! Bring back that periodO Vicissitudes of Time speed backwards By Sir Muhammed IqbalReturn home from the poem about the Himalayas
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