Saare Jahan Se Achcha
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Iqbal was a lecturer at the Government College[disambiguation needed], Lahore at that time, and was invited by student Lala Har Dayal to preside over a function. Instead of delivering a speech, Iqbal sang Saare Jahan Se Achcha. The song, in addition to embodying yearning and attachment to the land of Hindustan, expressed "cultural memory" and had an elegiac quality. In 1905, the 27-year old Iqbal was still in his idealistic phase and viewed the future society of the subcontinent as both a pluralistic and composite Hindu-Muslim culture. Later that year he left for Europe for a three-year sojourn that was to transform him into an Islamic philosopher and a visionary of a future Islamic society.
Iqbal's transformation and Tarana-e-Milli
In 1910, Iqbal wrote another song for children, Tarana-e-Milli (Anthem of the Religious Community), which was composed in the same metre and rhyme scheme as Saare Jahan Se Achcha, but which renounced much of the sentiment of the earlier song.[2] For example, the sixth stanza of Saare Jahan Se Achcha (1904) is often quoted as proof of Iqbal's secular outlook:mażhab nahīñ sikhātā āpas meñ bair rakhnā
hindī haiñ ham, vat̤an hai hindostāñ hamārā
or,
Religion does not teach us to bear ill-will among ourselves
We are of Hind, our homeland is Hindustan.
In contrast, the first stanza of Tarana-e-Milli (1910) reads:[2]
chīn-o-arab hamārā, hindostān hamārā
muslim hain ham, vatan hai sārā jahān hamārā
or,
Central Asia[3] and Arabia are ours, Hindustan is ours
We are Muslims, the whole world is our homeland.[2]
Iqbal's world view had now changed; it had become both global of singing of India, "our homeland," the new song proclaimed that "our homeland is the whole world."[4] Two decades later, in his presidential address to the Muslim League annual conference in Allahabad in 1930, he was to propose a separate nation-state in the Muslim majority areas of the sub-continent, an idea that inspired the creation of Pakistan.[5] Due to this he later became known as Muffakir-e-Pakistan ("The Thinker of Pakistan"). He is officially recognized as the national poet of Pakistan.[6]
Popularity in India
In spite of its creator's disavowal of it, Saare Jahan Se Achcha has remained popular in India for over a century. Mahatma Gandhi is said to have sung it over a hundred times when he was imprisoned at Yerawada Jail in Pune in the 1930s.[7] The poem was set to music in the 1950s by sitar maestro Ravi Shankar and recorded by singer Lata Mangeshkar. It was Mrs Preeti Banedopadhyay, a singer of Indian Peoples' Theatre Association (IPTA), who first learnt the song from Ravishankar's sitar and taught the IPTA singers. IPTA accepted it as their Association's theme song during 1940s. Later, other singers started singing this song and Lata Mungeshkar recorded it. Preeti Bandopadhyay, a nonagenarian, is still alive. Stanzas (1), (3), (4), and (6) of the song became an unofficial national anthem in India,[1] and were also turned into the official quick march of the Indian Armed Forces.[8] Rakesh Sharma, the first Indian cosmonaut, employed the first line of the song in 1984 to describe to then prime minister Indira Gandhi how India appeared from outer space.[9] Current prime minister, Manmohan Singh, quoted the poem at his first press conference.[1]
Urdu textسارے جہاں سے اچھا ہندوستاں ہماراہم بلبليں ہيں اس کي، يہ گلستاں ہمارا غربت ميں ہوں اگر ہم، رہتا ہے دل وطن ميں سمجھو وہيں ہميں بھي، دل ہو جہاں ہمارا پربت وہ سب سے اونچا، ہمسايہ آسماں کا وہ سنتري ہمارا، وہ پاسباں ہمارا گودي ميں کھيلتي ہيں اس کي ہزاروں ندياں گلشن ہے جن کے دم سے رشک جناں ہمارا اے آب رود گنگا، وہ دن ہيں ياد تجھ کو؟ اترا ترے کنارے جب کارواں ہمارا مذہب نہيں سکھاتا آپس ميں بير رکھنا ہندي ہيں ہم وطن ہے ہندوستاں ہمارا يونان و مصر و روما سب مٹ گئے جہاں سے اب تک مگر ہے باقي نام و نشاں ہمارا کچھ بات ہے کہ ہستي مٹتي نہيں ہماري صديوں رہا ہے دشمن دور زماں ہمارا اقبال! کوئي محرم اپنا نہيں جہاں ميں معلوم کيا کسي کو درد نہاں ہمارا |
Hindi transliteration
सारे जहाँ से अच्छा हिन्दोस्तान हमाराहम बुलबुले हैं इसकी ये गुलसिता हमारा ॥धृ॥
घुर्बत मे हो अगर हम रहता है दिल वतन मे
समझो वही हमे भी दिल है जहाँ हमारा ॥१॥
परबत वो सब से ऊंचा हमसाय आसमाँ का
वो संतरी हमारा वो पासबा हमारा ।२॥
गोदी मे खेलती है इसकी हजारो नदिया
गुलशन है जिनके दम से रश्क-ए-जना हमारा ।३॥
ए अब रौद गंगा वो दिन है याद तुझको
उतर तेरे किनारे जब कारवाँ हमारा ॥४॥
मज़हब नहीं सिखाता आपस मे बैर रखना
हिन्दी है हम वतन है हिन्दोस्तान हमारा ॥५॥
युनान-ओ-मिस्र-ओ-रोमा सब मिट गये जहाँ से
अब तक मगर है बाकी नाम-ओ-निशान हमारा ॥६॥
कुछ बात है की हस्ती मिटती नही हमारी
सदियो रहा है दुश्मन दौर-ए-जमान हमारा ॥७॥
इक़्बाल कोइ मेहरम अपना नही जहाँ मे
मालूम क्या किसी को दर्द-ए-निहा हमारा ॥८॥
Roman Transliteration
sāre jahāñ se acchā hindostāñ hamārāham bulbuleñ haiñ us kī vuh gulsitāñ[10] 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[11] kināre jab kāravāñ hamārā
mażhab nahīñ sikhātā āpas meñ bair rakhnā
hindī haiñ ham, vat̤an hai hindostāñ hamārā
yūnān-o-miṣr-o-rumā[12] 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!
Translation
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?
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