Kafir-o-Momin
The Infidel And Believer
Kal Sahil-e-Darya Pe Kaha Mujh Se Khizar Ne
Tu Dhoond Raha Hai Sam-e-Afrang Ka Taryaq?
Thus Khizr to me did speak last day on river banks.
ʺAre you in search of cure for venom spread by Franksʺ?
Ek Nukta Mere Pas Hai Shamsheer Ki Manind
Burrinda-o-Saqeel Zada-o-Roshan-o-Burraq
I know a subtle point which like the sword is keen:
Is cutting, burnished, bright and owns a peculiar sheen.
Kafir Ki Ye Pehchan Ke Afaq Mein Gum Hai
Momin Ki Ye Pehchan Ke Gum Iss Mein Hain Afaaq!
A heathen gets distinct by getting lost in life
Whereas a Muslim true keeps ’bove its brawl and strife.
[Allama iqbal poetry urdu shairi iqbaliyat islam]