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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).

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