You are the apple of my eye, <br />My heart's delight: <br />I am remote from my valley, <br />To me you are the Burning Bush of Sinai! <br />You are a houri of the Arabian Desert, <br />Nursed by the Western breeze. <br />I feel homesick in exile, <br />You feel homesick in exile: <br /> <br />Prosper in this strange land! <br />May the morning dew quench your thirst! <br /> <br />The world presents a strange sight: <br />The vision's mantle is torn apart— <br />May valour struggle with the waves if it must, <br />The other side of the river is not to be seen! <br />Life owes itself to the heat of one's soul: <br />Flame does not rise from dust. <br />The Syrian evening's fallen star <br />Shined brighter in the exile's dawn. <br /> <br />There are no frontiers for the Man of Faith, <br />He is at home everywhere. <br /> <br />[Translated by the Editors] <br /> <br />* <br />That blood of pristine vigour is no more; <br />That yearning heart's power is no more; <br />Prayer, fasting, hajj, sacrifice survive, <br />But in thee nature's old dower is no more. <br /> <br />[Translated by Naim Siddiqui] <br /> <br />Not: These verses from Abdul Rahman the First <br />are quoted in Tarikh al Muqqari. The <br />following Urdu poem is a liberal <br />translation (the tree mentioned here was <br />planted in Madinatut Zahra)<br /><br />Allama Muhammad Iqbal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-date-tree-saeeded-by-abdul-rahman-the-firs/
