Story of Adam
(Iqbal's Sarguzasht-e-Adam)

Let someone hear the story of my exile from me,
The first ever testament was caused to forget by me,

The flower beds of heavens did not interest me,
When the fiery wine of consciousness was drunk by me,

I have been in quest of the reality of the world,
The apex of imagination was demonstrated by me,

I got a mercurial temperament something like this:
“Nowhere under the sky was liked by me”,

At one time I discarded idols from the ka’abah,
At other time the idols were installed in the ka’abah by me,

At one time in the fervor of conversation I climbed the mount Sinai,
The luminous hand was concealed in the sleeve by me,

At one time my own people hanged me on the cross,
Leaving the earth a journey to the heavens was taken by me,

At one time I remained hidden in the cave of Hira for years,
At one time the sacred  word was given to the world by me,

Coming to India I played the divine flute,
At one time the soil of Greece was liked by me,

When India did not listen to my voice,
Land of  Japan and country of China was inhabited by me,

At a time against the teachings of the men of religion,
World by constitution of the particles was created by me,

When I could not understand facts about stars,
In this very thought nights after nights were passed by me,

Threatenings of the church failed to convince me,
Theory of the rotation of the earth was taught by me,

By doing the indepth study,
The secret of gravitation was opened on the times by me,

I captured the rays and the electricity,
The earth was made enviable to the heavens by me,

But alas! I could not discover the secret of life,
By intellect whole world was captured by me,

When finally my extroverted eye opened,
Then, He was discovered abiding in the heart by me.