Of Iqbal
Be aware my lovely
-of me when kissed waves' lips
-I did so after they came told me:
- "We touched her when bathing."
And the "Her" was you "Love."
At that time, I recalled
-the master of poets;
-to Lahore flew, jumped
-met Mohammad Iqbal…
Begged him while on my knees
-to recite his poems about waves.
I found him talk with waves
-as if he and subjects
-are the old-time friends.
Addressed wave and questioned:
- "Why always are restless? "
- "Go and come for research? "
- "Tell me of troubles…"
Wave replied, fast, simple:
- "Am alive when I move! "
- "Don't exist motionless! "
Did not dare to compare
-that Iqbal with myself…
Felt ashamed, embarrassed
-for him, had more respect.
Looked at him as poet,
Respected as master,
Read more of his poems,
Wished he was my mentor.
Frozen and silent I remained:
- "Another death's victim? "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Looked at him as poet, Respected as master, Read more of his poems, Wished he was my mentor........so touching and impressive. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you very much and he was a great poet and philosopher...