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Muhammad Iqbal

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Though Paradise is a
manifestation of Him
the soul reposes not,
save in the vision of Him.
We are veiled from our
we are as birds who
have lost our nest.
If knowledge is
perverse and evil of substance
it is the greatest
curtain before our eyes;
but if the object of
knowledge is contemplation
it becomes at once the
highway and the guide,
laying bare before you
the shell of being
that you may ask,
‘What is the secret of this display?’
Thus it is that
knowledge smoothes the road,
thus it is that it
awakens desire;
it gives you pain and
anguish, fire and fever,
it gives you mid-night
From the science of the
interpretation of the world of colour and scent
your eyes and your
heart derive nourishment;
it brings you to the
stage of ecstasy and yearning
and then suffers you
like Gabriel to stand.
How shall love bring
any soul to the Solitude,
seeing love is jealous
of its own eyes?
Its beginning is the
road and the companion,
its end, travelling the
road without companion.
I passed on from all
the houris and places
and hazarded the
soul’s skiff on the sea of light.
I was drowned in the
contemplation of Beauty,
which is constantly in
eternal revolution;
I became lost in the
heart of creation
till life appeared to
me like a rebeck
whose every string was
another lute,
each melody more
blood-drenched than the other.
We are all one family
of fire and light,
man, sun and moon,
Gabriel and houri.
Before the soul a
mirror has been hung,
bewilderment mingled
with certainty;
today’s dawn,
whose light is manifest,
in His Presence is
yesterday and tomorrow ever present.
God. revealed in all
His mysteries,
with my eyes makes
vision of Himself.
To see Him is to wax
ever without waning,
to see Him is to rise
from the body’s tomb;
servant and Master
lying in wait on one another,
each impatiently
yearning to behold the other.
Life, wherever it may
be, is a restless search;
unresolved is this
riddle-am I the quarry, or is He?
Love gave my soul the
delight of beholding,
gave my tongue the
boldness to speak:
Thou who givest light
and vision to both worlds,
look a little while on
yonder ball of clay.
Uncongenial to the free
from its hyacinths
springs the sting of thorns.
The victors are drowned
in pleasure and enjoyment,
the vanquished have
only to count the days and nights.
Thy world has been
wasted by imperialism,
dark night ravelled in
the sleeve of the sun.
The science of
Westerners is spoliation;
the temples have turned
to Khaibar, without a Haidar.
He who proclaims
‘No god but God’ is helpless;
his thought, having no
centre, wanders astray,
slowly dying, pursued
by four deaths—
the usurer, the
governor, the mullah, the shaikh.
How is such a world
worthy of Thee?
Water and clay are a
stain upon Thy skirt.’

The Voice of

The Pen of God such
images fair and foul
wrote exactly as became
each one of us.
Noble sir, do you know
what it is, to be?
It is to take
one’s share of the beauty of God’s Essence.
Creating? It is to
search for a beloved,
to display one’s
self to another being.
All these tumultuous
riots of being
without our beauty
could not come to exist.
Life is both transient
and everlasting;
all this is creativity
and vehement desire.
Are you alive? Be
vehement, be creative;
like Us, embrace all
break whatsoever is
out of your
heart’s heart produce a new world—
it is irksome to the
free servitor
to live in a world
belonging to others.
Whoever possesses not
the power to create
in Our sight is naught
but an infidel, a heathen;
such a one has not
taken his share of Our Beauty,
has not tasted the
fruit of the Tree of Life.
Man of God, be
trenchant as a sword,
be yourself your own
world’s destiny!

Zinda- Rud

What law governs the
world of colour and scent,
but that water once
flowed returns not to the stream?
Life has no desire for
its nature is not
habituated to repetition;
beneath the sky,
reversion is unlawful to life
once a people has
fallen, it rises not again.
When a nation dies, it
rarely rises from the grave;
what recourse has it,
but the tomb and resignation?.

The Voice of

Life is not a mere
repetition of the breath,
its origin is from the
Living, Eternal God.
The soul near to Him
who said ‘Lo, I am nigh’—
that is to take
one’s share of everlasting life.
The individual through
the Unity becomes Divine,
the nation through the
Unity becomes Omnipotent;
Unity produced Ba
Yazid, Shibli, Bu Dharr,
Unity produced, for the
nations, Tughril and Sanjar.
Without the Divine
Epiphany man has no permanence;
Our Manifestation is
life to individual and nation;
both attain their
perfection through the Unity,
life being for the
latter Majesty, for the former Beauty.
The one is of Solomon,
the other of Salman,
the one perfect
poverty, the other all power:
the one sees there is
One, the other becomes one—
while in the world, sit
with the former, live with the latter!
What is the nation, you
who declare ‘No god but God’?
With thousands of eyes,
to be one in vision
The proof and claim of
God’s people are always One:
‘Our tents are
apart, our hearts are one.’
Oneness of vision
converts the motes to the sun;
be one of vision, that
God may be seen unveiled.
Do not look slightingly
on oneness of vision;
this is a true epiphany
of the Unity.
When a nation becomes
drunk with the Unity
power, yea, omnipotence
lies in its grasp.
A nation’s spirit
exists through association;
a nation’s spirit
has no need of a body.
Since its being
manifests out of companionship,
it dies when the bands
of companionship are broken.
Are you dead? Become
living through oneness of vision;
cease to be centreless,
become stable.
Create unity of thought
and action,
that you may possess
authority in the world.


Who am I? Who art Thou?
Where is the world?
Why is there a distance
between me and Thee?
Say, why am I in the
bonds of destiny?
Why dost Thou die not,
whilst I die?

The Voice of

You have been in the
world dimensionate,
and any contained
therein, therein dies.
If you seek life,
advance your selfhood,
drown the world’s
dimensions in your self.
You shall then behold
who am and who you are
how you died in the
world, and how you lived.


Accept the excuses of
this ignorant man;
remove the veil from
the face of destiny.
I have seen the
revolution of Russia and Germany,
I have seen the tumult
raging in Moslemdom,
I have seen the
contrivings of West and East—
prevent the destinies
of West and East.

Epiphany of the
Divine Majesty

Suddenly I beheld my
that earth and heaven
of mine,
I saw it drowned in a
light of dawn;
I saw it crimson as a
out of the epiphanies
which broke in my soul
I fell drunk with
ecstasy, like Moses.
That light revealed
every secret veiled
and snatched the power
of speech from my tongue.
Out of the deep heart
of the inscrutable world
an ardent, flaming
melody broke forth.
‘Abandon the East,
be not spellbound by the West,
for all this ancient
and new is not worth one barleycorn.
That signet-ring which
you gambled away to Ahriman
should not be pledged
even to trusty Gabriel.
Life, that ornament of
society, is guardian of itself;
you who are of the
caravan, travel alone, yet go with all!
You have come forth
brighter than the all-illumining sun;
so live, that you may
irradiate every mote.
Alexander, Darius,
Qubad and Khusrau have departed
like a blade of grass
fallen in the path of the wind.
So slender is your cup
that the tavern has been put to shame;
seize a tumbler, and
drink wisely, and so be gone!’

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