Allama Iqbal Quotations

Since love first made the breast an instrumentOf fierce lamenting, by its flame my heartWas molten to a mirror, like a roseI pluck my breast apart, that I may hangThis mirror in your sightGaze you therein.

I am but as the spark that gleams for a moment,His burning candle consumed me - the moth;His wine overwhelmed my goblet,The master of Rum transmuted my earth to goldAnd set my ashes aflame

I am but as the spark that gleams for a moment, His burning candle consumed me - the moth; His wine overwhelmed my goblet, The master of Rum transmuted my earth to gold And set my ashes aflame

But only a brief momentis granted to the braveone breath or two, whose wage isThe long nights of the grave.

What avails love when life is so ephemeral? What avaiIs a mortals love for the immortal? Love that is snuffed out by deaths passing blast Love without the pain, the passion that consumes? A flickering spark I am, aglow for a fleeting glance Flow vain for a flickering spark to chase an eternal flame! Grant me the bliss of eternal life, O Lord, And mine will be the ecstasy of eternal love. Give me the pleasure of an everlasting pain An agony that lacerates my soul for ever.

Arise, and soar with the suns new-born rays, To breathe new life into dying nights and days.

I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky,And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.