Poetry in Translation

ScreenHunter_2839 Oct. 02 08.40THE MORNING STAR

by Mohammad Iqbal

“I have the power of sight but cannot see,” Venus said,
“No refuge on the morning’s hem.
Is my destiny merely a bubble, a spark?”

“O, jewel on dawn’s forehead,” I said, “Don’t weep.
My thoughts spring from you to sustain a garden
where I am a gardener, my passion eternal like dew.”

Translated from the original Urdu by Rafiq Kathwari /@brownpundit