Treasure Island

Allama Muhammad Iqbal

(9 November 1877 - 21 April 1938 / Sialkot / British India)

Said The Coal To A Diamond


My stuff is so vile, I am less than dust
while your gleam rends the mirror's heart.
My darkness lights the chafing-dish
before I am incinerated. A miner's boot
tramples my head, covering me with ashes.

Do you know my life's gist?
A condensed sliver of smoke, transformed
into a single spark, in feature and nature
starlike, your every facet a splendor,
light of the king's eye, the dagger's jewel.

Friend, be wise, the diamond replied, assume
a bezel's dignity! Loam strives to harden
to fill my bosom with radiance. Burn
because you are soft. Banish fear and grief.
Be hard as stone, be a diamond.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, July 31, 2012

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  • Brian Jani (6/20/2014 4:08:00 PM)

    I'm quite amazed by the fact that coal and diamonds are made of the same material yet they look 100% dissimilar (Report) Reply

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