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Muhammad Iqbal - The Cloud on the mountain
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Elevation bestows the sky`s nearness to my abode
I am the mountain`s cloud, my skirt sprinkles roses

Now the wilderness, now the rose garden is my abode
City and wilderness are mine, ocean is mine, forest is mine

If I want to return to some valley for the night 
The mountain`s verdure is my carpet of velvet

Nature has taught me to be a pearl spreader
To chant the camel song for the camel of the Beloved of Mercy

To be the comforter of the dispirited farmer`s heart
To be the elegance of the assembly of the garden`s trees

I spread out over the face of the earth like the locks
I get arranged and adorned by the breeze`s 

I tantalize the expecting eye from a distance
As I pass silently over some habitation

As I approach strolling towards a brook`s bank
I endow the brook with ear rings of whirlpools

I am the hope of the freshly grown field`s verdure
I am the ocean`s offspring, I am nourished by the sun

I gave ocean`s tumult to the mountain spring
I charmed the birds into thrilling chants

I pronounced "Rise" standing by the verdure`s head
I conferred the taste for smile to the rose-bud

By my benevolence farmers` huts on the mountain side 
Are converted into bed chambers of the opulent.
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