The Complaint Part 6

Despoiled of raiment green, each branch in nakedness now stands forlorn; Unmoved by passing seasons’ change, the songster sits and sings alone: Would there were in this garden some could feel the burden of its moan! This life no more its joy retains, nor even death can bring relief; ‘Tis sweet to sit alone and sigh and eat a sad heart out in grief. Out from the mirror of my soul‘what gems of thought now strive to shine; What visions splendid, dreams sublime, Arise within this breast of mine! but in this garden lives not one to see and hear, to feel and know: No tulip with its streak of pain, to sense my heart-blood’s smarting flow. May this sad bulbuls lonely song to grief each listening soul awake; The clangour of these rousing bells make drowsy hearts their sleep forsake! Let Faithful hearts re-plight their troth, and forge afresh their bond Divine; Let in the long-parched heart of each the old thirst wake for sweet old wine! The blood of sweet Arabian vine Overflows this wine-jar Ajamy, Although the singer sings in India having Hijaz is his melody. Kalam e Iqbal Poem Shikwa,The Complaint of Pious Muslim tO Allah in decent manner. And it is well Translated By Aliza Kashmala Kiran (Famous English Voluntary Poetess of Pakistan & Best Social Writer).