Song Of Despair (Iqbal's Shikwa)

                            

                                               Song  Of Despair Part- 14

                                                        (Iqbal’s Shikwa)

                           O Allah! Ease the hardship of the Ummah,

                            Bless the Muslim Ummah as Thou blessed Sulaiman,

                            Make love, the scarce kind, prevalent again,

                            Make the so called Musulmans of India the real Musulman,

                            From our sorrowful heart drips frustration,

                            From our wounded breast rises lamentation.

                                                                  

                            Alas! traitors of  the Ummah leaked the secrets to enemies,

                            What a tragedy! The flowers do tale-bearing of garden,

                            Rule of Muslims ended and they became slaves,

                            The devotees of Islam became martyrs to enter the heaven,

                            It is Iqbal who is still absorbed in thoughts,

                            His heart still harbours a storm of thoughts.

                      (Suggestions invited to make the above more exact.)