The Morning Star Venus -Allama Muhammad Iqbal

Should I abandon the pleasure of sun’s and moon’s company?
And should I abandon this service of conveying dawn’s message ?

For me the height of the world of stars is not good
For me lowliness of earth’s denizens is better than this height

What is the sky? Is the uninhabited homeland of mine
The tattered skirt of the morning is my shroud

My destiny is dying and being born every day
Drinking morning draft of wine from the hand of death’s cup-bearer

This service, this honor, this elegance is not good
Darkness is better than this ephemeral illumination

If  I had the power, I would have never become a planet
I would have become the shining pearl in the ocean’s depth

There also if I would have become weary of the waves’ struggle
Leaving the ocean I would have become some neck’s decoration

The pleasure of brightness is in being some beauty’s ornament
In being the ornament of the crown of the princess of Caesar

As the fortune of a piece of stone gained ascendancy
It did not stop short of being jewel of Sulaiman’s  ring

But breaking is the end of such things in the world
Breaking is the end of the invaluable pearls

Real life is the one which is not acquainted with death
What good is the life in which there is demand of death?

If this is the end of being the decoration of the universe
Why should I not fall as dew on some flower?