One day a spider said to a fly "Though you pass this way daily My hut has never been honored by you By making a chance visit inside by you Though depriving strangers of a visit does not matter Evading the near and dear ones does not look good My house will be honored by a visit by you A ladder is before you if you decide to step in Hearing this the fly said to the spider, "Sire, you should entice some simpleton thus This fly would never be pulled into your net Whoever climbed your net could never step down" The spider said, "How strange, you consider me a cheat I have never seen a simpleton like you in the world I only wanted to entertain you I had no personal gain in view You have come flying from some unknown distant place Resting for a while in my house would not harm you Many things in this house are worth your seeing Though apparently a humble hut you are seeing Dainty drapes are hanging from the doors And I have decorated the walls with mirrors Beddings are available for guests’ comforts Not to everyone’s lot do fall these comforts". The fly said, "All this may very well be But do not expect me to enter your house "May God protect me from these soft beds Once asleep in them getting up again is impossible" The spider spoke to itself on hearing this talk "How to trap it? This wretched fellow is clever Many desires are fulfilled with flattery in the world All in the world are enslaved with flattery" Thinking this the spider spoke to the fly thus! "Madam, God has bestowed great honors on you! Everyone loves your beautiful face Even if someone sees you for the first time Your eyes look like clusters of glittering diamonds God has adorned your beautiful head with a plume This beauty, this dress, this elegance, this neatness! And all this is very much enhanced by singing in flight". The fly was touched by this flattery And spoke, "I do not fear you any more I hate the habit of declining requests Disappointing somebody is bad indeed" Saying this it flew from its place When it got close the spider snapped it The spider had been starving for many days The fly provided a good leisurely meal -
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
The effect of the thoughts of Allama Iqbal which he showed in his poetry was not bound only in Hindustan or only for Muslims but people inspired to Iqbal from all over the world. When Iqbal started his poetry he wrote it in Urdu language. When he went to Europe he wrote most of his poetry in Persian language, most of his poetry is in Persian, but before some years of his death he again wrote the poetry in Urdu. He also wrote some of his poetry in Arabic. - S This is translated in English by ZeeshanR