flower colours..

So it is not difficult to get acquainted

 O flower of color, there is probably no heart in the other side

 Acquaintance: Familiar, knowing.

 Difficult knot: A knot that is not easy to untie.

 Flower colors: Flowers full of colors.

 THE COLORFUL ROSE

 You are not familiar with the hardships of solving enigmas O Beautiful Rose!  Perhaps you do not have sublime feelings in your heart.

 Zeb is a party, not a riot party

 I do not have this freedom

 Zeb Mehfil: The adornment of Mehfil.

 Leisure: Opportunity, respite.

 Though you adorn the assembly yet do not participate in its struggles;  in life's assembly I am not endowed with this comfort.

 In this lawn, I have a burning desire

 And your life is a longing

 Gadaz: soft, melting.

 In this garden I am the complete orchestra of Longing and your life is devoid of the warmth of that Longing.

 (Longing: Or ardent desire is one of the important planks of `Allamah Iqbal's philosophy. However, this longing is not for the material things of life or the satisfaction of physical desires, which is found in all living things. What distinguishes Man from other  creation and entitles him to the honor of being God's vicegerent on earth is the 'longing' for more elegant goals and more sublime desires than mere indulgence in material pleasures. His longing is a limitless ocean of search for knowing the Truth and the Purpose of the  creation of God, knowledge of His Essence, and fixing of high ideals for life, such as struggle in the cause of God.)

 Don't let the broken branch kill you

 This look is not invisible to the naked eye

 To pluck you from the branch is not my custom;  This sight is not different from the sight of the eye which can only see the appearances.

 Ahh!  These hands are not colorful

 How can I explain to you that I am not a glutton?

 Flower colors: Flowers full of colors.

 Gulchin: Flower picker.

 Ah!  O colorful rose this hand is not one of a tormentor;  how can I explain to you that I am not a flower picker.

 He did the work with the confusion of wisdom

 I look at the bubble

 Wisdom: The wise eye.

 I am not concerned with intricacies of the philosophic eye, like a lover I see you through the nightingale's eye.

 (Bulbul, or Nightingale: This is a special Persian bird found in gardens and proverbially engaged in melodious music round flowers. It is imagined to be and is described as an ardent lover of flowers in Persian and Urdu literature, especially poetry.)

 So silence is acceptable to you even in tongues

 The secret is what is hidden in the chest

 Mastoor: Hidden.

 In spite of innumerable tongues * you have chosen silence.  What is the secret which is concealed in your bosom?

 * This alludes to the anatomy of the rose flower, whose petals are innumerable, look like tongues and also add to its beauty, which proclaims the artistry of its Creator in spite of the apparent silence of the flower.

 My face is like a Berg Riyadh

 Even though I am far from Chaman, I am far from Chaman

 Like me you are also a leaf from the garden of Toor;  far from the garden I am, far from the garden you are.

 When I'm satisfied, I smell like I'm worried

 I live in search of injured swords

 Wounded Sword Taste Quest: Wounded Sword of Search Hobby.

 You are content but scattered like fragrance I am wounded by the sword of love for search I am.

 Don't worry about it

 This liver burning lamp is not wise

 Luggage: a source of comfort and consolation.

 The lamp house of wisdom: the lamp of the house of wisdom.

 This perturbation of mine a means for fulfillment could be;  This torment could be a source of my intellectual illumination.

 Inability to be a dead capital is not a force

 Don't be surprised if jealousy dies

 Jam Jam: Jamshed Badshah's cup.

 This very frailty of mine the means of strength could be;  this mirror of mine envy of the cup of Jam * could be.

 * This is the legendary cup of the Persian emperor Jam in which he could see whatever he wanted to see wherever he wanted to see.

 This search is connected to the candle where Afroz is

 Tucson is bad for human perception

 Perception: intellect.

 Tucson: Horse.

 This constant search is a world-illuminating candle and teaches to the steed of human intellect its gait.

 (This last stanza expresses Allamah Iqbal's strong hope that his present condition may be the means of attaining his objective which is described in the stanza.)