Allama Muhammad Iqbal
Sir Muhammad Iqbal, also known as Allama Iqbal, was a philosopher, poet and politician in British India who is widely regarded to have inspired the Pakistan Movement. He is considered one of the most important figures in Urdu literature, with literary work in both the Urdu and Persian languages.
Iqbal is admired as a prominent classical poet by Pakistani, Indian and other international scholars of literature. Although most well known as a poet, he has also been acclaimed as a modern Muslim philosopher. His first poetry book, Asrar-e-Khudi, appeared in the Persian language in 1915, and other books of poetry include Rumuz-i-Bekhudi, Payam-i-Mashriq and Zabur-i-Ajam. Some of his most... more »
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Allama Muhammad Iqbal Poems
I want to have the extremes of your Love, See, how silly am I, wishing for unachievable. I don't care if you maltreat me or promise to unveil your beauty, I just want something unbearable to test my fortitude
Ahead of the Stars
Madness of Love is no more
My invocations are sincere and true, They form my ablutions and prayers due. One glance of guide such joy and warmth can grant, On marge of stream can bloom the tulip plant.
Pathos Of Love
O Pathos of Love! You are a glossy pearl Beware, you should not appear among strangers The theatre of your display is concealed under the veil The modern audience' eye accepts only the visible display
A Mountain and A Squirrel
A mountain was saying this to a squirrel 'Commit suicide if you have self-respect
Spain! You are the trustee of the Muslim blood: In my eyes you are sanctified like the Harem. Prints of prostration lie hidden in your dust,
O Lord! I have become weary of human assemblages! When the heart is sad no pleasure in assemblages can be I seek escape from tumult, my heart desires The silence which speech may ardently love!
The Mosque Of Cordoba
The succession of day and night Is the architect of events. The succession of day and night Is the fountain-head of life and death.
Mu'tamid's Lament In Prison
In my breast, A wail of grief, Without any spark or flash, Alone survives,
Whatever comes out of the heart is effective It has no wings but has the power of flight It has holy origins, it aims at elegance It rises from dust, but has access to the celestial world
A Mother's Dream
As I slept one night I saw this dream Which further increased my vexation I dreamt I was going somewhere on the way Dark it was and impossible to find the way
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I want to have the extremes of your Love,
See, how silly am I, wishing for unachievable.
I don't care if you maltreat me or promise to unveil your beauty,
I just want something unbearable to test my fortitude
Let the God fearing people be dwelling in the paradise,
For, instead I want to be face to face with you.
(I don't want to go to paradise but want to observe the Divine Beauty)
O fellows, I am here for a few moments, as a gust,
Like morning star I will fade and vanish in a few moments.
I disclosed the secret in public,
I need to be punished ...