Bilal
(Iqbal’s Bilal)
A
western righteous person has written,
Who claims great respect amongst the men of letters,
Asia was the field of marshal
activities of Alexander,
His place of respect was higher than the heavens,
History is saying that before Alexander the great,
Whatever claim was made by Darius and Porus was false,
This star-studed emperor of the world,
Was watched with amaze by the blue sky,
Today
nobody knows him in Asia,
Even the historian doesn’t recognise him,
But,
Bilal that negeo of lowly birth,
Whose disposition was illuminated by the prophetic light,
Whose chest became trustee from the first day,
Whose adhaan
was respected by the emperors and the pauper,
Which makes the black and the red live together,
Which makes the poor to sit by the rich,
That heart melting adhaan’s spirit is alive till today,
That which is heard since centuries by the heavens,
Iqbal! In the love of Muhammed this
public-good is,
The
emperor perished, but the negro lives.
From Slavery To Glory
(Iqbal’s Bilal)
When the stars of thy fate
favoured,
It lifted thee from Abyssinia
and placed in Hijaz,
This made thy deserted heart
pervaded with love,
Thy slavery is preferable to the highest form of freedom,
Thou never gave up Mohammed’s love for a moment,
In this love thou enjoyed the excesses
committed on thee,
Excesses tolerated in love are not excesses,
If there be no facing of oppression in love,
there is no pleasure,
Like
Salman, thy observation was tactful,
More thou
saw and more the thirst of seeing developed,
Like Moses viewing for thee was handy,
For
having a glipse Owais was tantalized,
Medinah to thee was as if light of eye,
This desert to thee was as if mount of Sinai,
For thy look in seeing too developed longing to see,
Thy heart is appreciable for its
restlessness always to see,
Thy impatient person was hit by such a lightning bolt,
That thy black complexion laughed at Moses’s whiteness of hand,
Providence took the warmth from
flame and filled in thy heart,
Or, the lightning struck thee and turned into ashes,
Thy artful viewing was a humble offering,
To keep someone viewing was thy salah,
From first day adhaan became
manifestation of thy love,
Salah became a pretext of
viewing the prophet,
How blessed was that time that Yathrib was thy place!
How blessed was that
period viewing of prophet was God’s grace!
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