Habib Jalib

(24 March 1928 - 12 March 1993 / Hoshiarpur, Punjab / British India)

On Iqbal Centenary


When we arise to wake the poor, the have nots
A beeline to the police station they make, these wealthy sots

They say that God this wealth to them allots
Oh these trite excuses, oh these dusty plots

Night and day the working men’s blood they suck, o poet of the East
These congenital liars, with the vileness of a beast


[Translation of Urdu Poem 'Yaum-E Iqbal Par']

Submitted: Friday, March 16, 2012
Edited: Friday, March 16, 2012

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