Sare jahan se acha

[Praveen.K.Prasad]

Saare Jahan Se Achchha (Urdu: سارے جہاں سے اچھا) is one of the enduring patriotic poems of the Urdu language. Written originally for children in the ghazal style of Urdu poetry by poet Muhammad Iqbal, the poem was published in the weekly journal Ittehad on 16 August 1904.^[1] Recited by Iqbal the following year at Government College, Lahore, now in Pakistan, it quickly became an anthem of opposition to the British rule in India. 

Devnagri Script

सारे जहाँ से अच्छा, हिन्दोस्तां हमारा ।
हम बुलबुलें हैं इसकी, यह गुलिसतां हमारा ।।

गुरबत में हों अगर हम, रहता है दिल वतन में ।
समझो वहीं हमें भी, दिल हो जहाँ हमारा ।। सारे...

परबत वो सबसे ऊँचा, हमसाया आसमाँ का ।
वो संतरी हमारा, वो पासवां हमारा ।। सारे...

गोदी में खेलती हैं, जिसकी हज़ारों नदियाँ ।
गुलशन है जिसके दम से, रश्क-ए-जिनां हमारा ।।सारे....

ऐ आब-ए-रौंद-ए-गंगा! वो दिन है याद तुझको ।
उतरा तेरे किनारे, जब कारवां हमारा ।। सारे...

मजहब नहीं सिखाता, आपस में बैर रखना ।
हिन्दी हैं हम वतन हैं, हिन्दोस्तां हमारा ।। सारे...

यूनान, मिस्र, रोमां, सब मिट गए जहाँ से ।
अब तक मगर है बाकी, नाम-ओ-निशां हमारा ।।सारे...

कुछ बात है कि हस्ती, मिटती नहीं हमारी ।
सिदयों रहा है दुश्मन, दौर-ए-जहाँ हमारा ।। सारे...

'इक़बाल' कोई मरहूम, अपना नहीं जहाँ में ।
मालूम क्या किसी को, दर्द-ए-निहां हमारा ।। सारे...

Roman translitation

sāre jahāñ se achchā hindostāñ hamārā
ham bulbuleñ haiñ us kī vuh gulsitāñ hamārā

ġhurbat meñ hoñ agar ham, rahtā hai dil vat̤an meñ
samjho vuhīñ hameñ bhī dil ho jahāñ hamārā

parbat vuh sab se ūñchā, hamsāyah āsmāñ kā
vuh santarī hamārā, vuh pāsbāñ hamārā

godī meñ kheltī haiñ us kī hazāroñ nadiyāñ
gulshan hai jin ke dam se rashk-e janāñ hamārā

ay āb-rūd-e gangā! vuh din haiñ yād tujh ko?
utarā tire kināre jab kāravāñ hamārā

mażhab nahīñ sikhātā āpas meñ bair rakhnā
hindī haiñ ham, vat̤an hai hindostāñ hamārā

yūnān-o-miṣr-o-rumā sab miṭ gaʾe jahāñ se
ab tak magar hai bāqī nām-o-nishāñ hamārā

kuchh bāt hai kih hastī miṭtī nahīñ hamārī
sadiyoñ rahā hai dushman daur-e zamāñ hamārā

iqbāl! koʾī maḥram apnā nahīñ jahāñ meñ
maʿlūm kyā kisī ko dard-e nihāñ hamārā!

English Meaning

Better than the entire world, is our Hindustan,
We are its nightingales, and it (is) our garden abode

If we are in an alien place, the heart remains in the homeland,
Know us to be only there where our heart is.

That tallest mountain, that shade-sharer of the sky,
(It) is our sentry, (it) is our watchman

In its lap frolic those thousands of rivers,
Whose vitality makes our garden the envy of Paradise.

O the flowing waters of the Ganges, do you remember that day
When our caravan first disembarked on your waterfront?

Religion does not teach us to bear ill-will among ourselves
We are of Hind, our homeland is Hindustan.

In a world in which ancient Greece, Egypt, and Rome have all vanished without trace
Our own attributes (name and sign) live on today.

Such is our existence that it cannot be erased
Even though, for centuries, the cycle of time has been our enemy.

Iqbal! We have no confidant in this world
What does any one know of our hidden pain?

Courtesy :Wikipedia

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