Allama Muhammad Iqbal Poems

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.
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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
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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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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!
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The earth and sky were unknown worlds to me
Only the expanse of mother's bosom was a world to me
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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.
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One day a spider said to a fly
'Though you pass this way daily
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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
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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
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A mountain was saying this to a squirrel
'Commit suicide if you have self-respect
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