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But it is an accident which gives us, the Pakistanis, additional cause for gratitude to him. I am not a Philosopher my self and do not consider myself competent to express judgement on the purely technical aspects of his work as a philosopher.

His "Reconstruction of Religious thought in Islam" seems, however, to me to be the only work which a Muslim intellectual of our time can read with satisfaction. For here alone is an attempt by an eminent thinker to explain Islam in term of modern thought. As we are all aware, no religion can command the assent of enlightened men and women in any age unless it can be proved and seen to have some validity in the light of contemporary philosophy. Iqbal appears to have been the only Muslim of our times who not only understood the implications of this problem, but who attempted a solution.

The "Reconstruction of Religious Thought in Islam" is bound to survive a germinal work which will colour the thinking of the entire generation of the present day Muslims. This is not to say that Iqbal Ideas are universally accepted. I can imagine people disagreeing which certain aspects of his political and religious thought. No one in philosophy can be expected either to be absolutely right or to be absolutely acceptable.

AnticipationIt is quite likely that as our society grows it will demand the right to examine each problem afresh. Iqbal's true greatness from this point of view lies in the fact that he has able to anticipate the lines on which Muslim society was destined to develop in modern times. The idea could have come from a statesman or a political philosopher only, but Iqbal who was simultaneously a poet, a philosopher and a political thinker, was able to invest it with prestige that it would initially have lacked without its background.

He, therefore, lives in our history as the real father of Pakistani nationalism and the tributes paid to him each year are only an expression of the nation,s gratitude to the man who gave it a new sense of purpose and destiny. Nothing may stay hidden for this universe is luminous. If I am the end of all, then what lies beyond? O slave of calculation, do not be a bookworm!

Love is Presence entire, Knowledge nothing but a Veil. Love is peace and permanence, Love is Life and Death: Knowledge is the rising question, Love is the hidden answer. Love is conviction entire, and conviction is the key! Lightning is permitted to Love, Harvest is forbidden. Knowledge is the child of the Book; Love is the mother of the Book. Forbear to seek what gain I may? It was the might of Muslim arms fulilled Your task and gave them Light.

And who did unbelieving hosts to spread Your name and glory slay? And who was it that quenched and cooled the iery urns of fair Iran? And in that land did once again revive the worship of Yazdan? Or risked the perils of fell war that Your Divinest will be wrought? Mahmood the king and slave Ayaz, in line, as equals, stood arrayed, The lord was no more lord to slave: while both to the One Master prayed.

Both heights and lowlands we traversed to spread Your message; O glad pain! Not even once, You know well, we strove against the world in vain.

Is this Your recompense to those who sacriice their lives for You? They came, they gave their hearts to You, they had their recompense, and went. But hardly they had seated been when from Your Presence they were sent! Then Stranger! Ko Chora? Did we forswear our faith to You? Rasm-e-Salman R. Ah, why within our deadened hearts that holy lame today leaps not?

That tiny speck of mortal clay, has it now learnt to ly? How little do these beings of earth the laws of conduct know; How coarse and insolent they are, these men who live below. So great their insolence indeed, they dare even God upbraid! Is this the Man to whom their bow the Angels once had made? That they alone are blest with speech how proud these humans be, Yet, ignorant, they lack the art to use it gracefully.

On him who merits well I set the brightest diadem, And those who truly questing come, a new world waits for them. Ko Maqami Kar Lo! The hardships of the fast oppress your natures—now grown free; Such are your ways and you still would protest your love for me! Whose striving, from this world of mine, Its falsehoods did eface? And did you say, for Muslims I mere promises dispense?

Unjust laments at least should show some spark of commonsense. You split yourselves in countless sects, In classes high and low; Think you the world its gifts will still on such as you bestow?

And whose lives write them clearly down As servers of the time? To whom now other customs seem far nobler than their own?

Jinhain Dekh Ke Sharmaen Yahood? From Christians you have learnt your style, your culture from Hindus; How can a race as Muslims pass who shame even the Jews? You are known as Syed, and Mughal, you call yourselves Pathan; But can you truly claim as well the name of Mussalman? Ye Andaaz-e-Musalmani Hai? But let there irst be hearts like theirs, To justify such dreams. They reigned upon the Chinese throne, They wore the Persian crown: Where is that honour that they knew—Words are your whole renown.

Qais is mad: what if he dwells in town or wilderness? Yet from him Layla must not veil her face in bashfulness! Complain ye not of heart unkind nor speak of tyranny! When Love no bondage knows, then why should Beauty not be free?

Aaj Bhi Jo Baraheem A. The Balkan cauldron seethes. Why tremble you in fright? Perfume the garden breeze, and ill the earth with scent of you.. From a faint breeze, a tempest grow, Become a hurricane! Ki Muhammed S. A Muslim true gets grandeur new with moment's change and every hour: By words and deeds he gives a proof of Mighty God, His reach and power. This secret yet none has grasped that Muslim Scripture reads so sweet: Practising rules by it prescribed, becomes its pattern quite complete.

Such thoughts that shine like lustrous stars my brain, like workshop, can provide: You can select the star you like, so that your Fate this star may guide!

Leave not one of the disbelievers' had. Awaken in them an iron will, And make their eye a sharpened sword. The sun has risen over the horizon; the time of deep slumber has passed. Pearls are produced in abundance from the very bufetings of the sea. Note: The italicized line is translated from the poet Uri Shirazi.

Make every particle of the garden a martyr to search! Pearls will be born again in the sea of the Friend of God. For the dawn arises from the blood of a hundred thousand stars. You are the inal message of God; you are eternal. You belong to Abraham; you are the builder of the world. You will be asked to do the work of taking on responsibility for the world. Let neither Turanians, Iranians nor Afghan remain. What was it that erased the tyranny of Caesar and Cyrus?

The power of Hyder R. By the glance of the man who is a true believer even destiny is changed. Only commentaries on one small point of faith. Sakht Hain Fitrat Ki Taazirain The distinction of servant and lord has put mankind into turmoil; Beware, oh powerful ones; the penalties of nature are harsh. Urne Se Pehle Par-Fishan Ho Ja Your wings and your plumage are soiled with the dust of colour and race; You, my bird of the holy shrine, shake your wings before you start to ly.

Khudi Mein Doob Ja Ghail! The song of the bird of the garden has come from the branches; The spring has come; the beloved has come; peace has come! For the army of singers has come drove upon drove. Dgar Shakh-E-Khalil A. Let us split open the roof of the heavens and think upon new ways. Through its modulations, the Ininite demonstrates the parameters of possibilities.

Death is your ultimate destiny, Death is my ultimate destiny. Frail and evanescent, all miracles of ingenuity, Transient, all temporal attainments; Ephemeral, all worldly accomplishments.

Extinction, the fate of everything; Hidden or manifest, old or new. Love is the messenger of God. Love is the Word of God. Love is the heady wine, Love is the grand goblet.

Love is the light of life, Love is the ire of life. Ae Haram-E-Qurtuba! The miracle of art springs from the lifeblood of the artist! My plaint kindles the soul. You draw the hearts to the Presence Divine, I inspire them to bloom and blossom. Despite the limit of azure skies, Ordained for this handful of dust. My lute is the serenade of longing. Every ibre of my being Resonates with the refrains of Allah hoo! You are beautiful and majestic. He too is beautiful and majestic. The Muslim is destined to last as his Azan holds the key to the mysteries of the perennial message of Abraham and Moses.

Tigris, Danube and Nile: Billows of his oceanic expanse. Fascinating, the accounts of his achievements! He it was, who bade the inal adieu To the outworn order. Under the shadow of lashing scimitars, 'La Ilah' is his protection.

His contented self has no demands on this world or the other. But whether in fray or in social gathering, Ever chaste at heart, ever clean in conduct. All else: illusion, sorcery, fallacy. An inspiration in the cosmic communion. Kaaba Arbab-E-Fan! You have elevated Andalusia To the eminence of the holy Harem. Aah Woh Mardan-E-Haq! And darts shooting out of those eyes, Even today, are on target.