**(Armaghan-e-Hijaz-02) Budhe Baloch Ki Nasihat Baite Ko (بڈھے بلوچ کی نصیحت بیٹے کو ) (The Advice Of An Old Baluch To His Son by Allahma Iqbal
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THE ADVICE OF AN OLD BALUCH TO HIS SON**
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Winds of these wasteland be your love!
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** Bokhara, Delhi, are worth no more.**
** Like running water Go where you will:
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** these desert plains are ours, and Ours are these valleys.**
** Honour, that high thing in a world of troubling (struggle),
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** Sets on the Saint’s head Darius’ crown
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Learn from some master, this strange craft
They tell that how glass is forged flint‐hard
** Fortunes of States through individual prowess ripen **
** Each man one star of their ascendant (Destiny)
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** Ocean withholds her treasure when the diver **
** Groping for pearl shells Clings by land’s margin**
To the Muslim freedom gained at the price of casting off religion
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** Makes an ill bargain!
** In our world, where once more Civilization Looses its wild beasts, **
** in one more encounter Spirit and flesh meet**
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On the true‐believer’s Manhood God’s trust lies -
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** The machines of Europe Satan’s alliance.
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Who knows the nation’s fates?
But signs abound, If Muslims are wakeful**
** From your buried fathers ask pride of action; **
** Do not fear—a king may smile on a beggar.**