Allama Iqbal Poem: Shikwa (The Complaint)

Poem: Shikwa (The Complaint)

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Why should I choose the path of loss, or bear the weight of pain? 😔

Why should my heart not yearn for days when faith did reign? 🕋

Once we were those who lit the world, our swords did gleam with might, ⚔️

In deserts vast, in mountains high, we spread eternal light. 🌍

O Lord, our hearts still burn for Thee, our souls in worship bow, 🙏

Yet why do nations rise and thrive, while we are humbled now? 😞

Was it not us who bore Your name through ages dark and long? 🕌

Our blood was spilled, our lives were spent, to make Your message strong. 💪

The stars, the moon, the skies above, still echo with our call, 🌟

But now our hearts are torn apart, we stumble and we fall. 😢

O God, restore our former grace, let unity revive, 🤝

For in Your love, we seek to soar, and in Your will, we thrive! 🌈

(Excerpt translated and adapted from Iqbal’s “Shikwa” for brevity and accessibility.)

About the Author: Allama Iqbal

Allama Muhammad Iqbal (1877–1938) was a poet, philosopher, and politician, widely regarded as the spiritual father of Pakistan. Born in Sialkot, British India, he wrote in Urdu and Persian, blending profound philosophical insights with poetic brilliance. His works, like Shikwa and Jawab-e-Shikwa, explore themes of faith, selfhood, and the revival of Islamic spirit. Iqbal’s vision inspired the Pakistan Movement, earning him the title of “Poet of the East.” His poetry continues to resonate globally, urging individuals to awaken their inner potential and strive for greatness. 🌟