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JAVID NAMA [Electronic resources] - نسخه متنی

Muhammad Iqbal

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The author of Das
Kapital came of the stock of Abraham,
that is to say, that
prophet who knew not Gabriel;
1070
since truth was
implicit even within his error
his heart believed,
though his brain was an infidel.
The Westerners have
lost the vision of heaven,
they go hunting for the
pure spirit in the belly.
The pure soul takes not
colour and scent from the body,
1075
and Communism has
nothing to do save with the body.
The religion of that
prophet who knew not truth
is founded upon
equality of the belly;
the abode of fraternity
being in the heart,
its roots are in the
heart, not in water and clay.
1080
Capitalism too is a
fattening of the body,
its unenlightened bosom
houses no heart;
like the bee that
pastures upon the flower
it overpasses the
petal, and carries off the honey,
yet stalk and leaf,
colour and scent all make up the rose
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for whose selfsame
beauty the nightingale laments.
Surpass the talisman,
the scent and colour,
bid farewell to the
form, gaze only upon the meaning.
Though it is difficult
to descry the inward death,
call not that a rose
which in truth is clay.
1090
The soul of both is
impatient and intolerant,
both of them know not
God, and deceive mankind.
One lives by
production, the other by taxation
and man is a glass
caught between these two stones.
The one puts to rout
science, religion, art,
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the other robs body of
soul, the hand of bread.
I have perceived both
drowned in water and clay,
both bodily burnished,
but utterly dark of heart.
Life means a passionate
burning, an urge to make,
to cast in the dead
clay of the seed of a heart!
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