Allama Muhammad Iqbal- The Candle

O Candle! I am also an afflicted person
in the world assembly
Constant complaint is my lot in the manner of the rue

Love gave the warmth of internal pathos to you
It made me the florist selling blood-mixed tears

Whether you be the candle of a celebrating assembly or
one at the grave
In every condition associated with the tears of sorrow you remain

Your eye views all with equity like the Secret’s Lovers
My eye is the pride of the tumult of discrimination

Your illumination is alike in the Ka’bah and the temple
I am entangled in the temple and the Haram’s discrimination

Your black smoke contains the sigh’s elegance
Is some heart hidden in the place of your manifestation?

You burn with pathos due to distance from Tajalli’s Light
Your pathos the callous ones consider your light

Though you are burning you are unaware of it all
You see but do not encompass the internal pathos

I quiver like mercury with the excitement of vexation
As well I am aware of vexations of the restless heart

This was also the elegance of some Beloved
Which gave me perception of my own pathos

This cognition of mine keeps me restless
Innumerable fire temples are asleep in this spark