Allama Muhammad Iqbal

[Shair-e-Mushriq] (9 November 1877 - 21 April 1938 / Sialkot / British India)

Allama Muhammad Iqbal Poems

1. The Sun 7/31/2012
2. The Cloud On The Mountain 7/31/2012
3. The Tomb-Stone Of Saiyyid 7/31/2012
4. The Crescent 7/31/2012
5. The Interrogatio 7/31/2012
6. The Morning Sun 7/31/2012
7. The Colorful Rose 7/31/2012
8. The Himalayas 7/31/2012
9. The Intellect And The Heart 7/31/2012
10. The Withered Rose 7/31/2012
11. The One I Was Searching For On The Earth And In Heaven 8/2/2012
12. The Painful Wail 7/31/2012
13. The Candle 7/31/2012
14. A Cow And A Goat 7/31/2012
15. The Candle And The Moth 7/31/2012
16. A Spider And A Fly 7/31/2012
17. Said The Coal To A Diamond 7/31/2012
18. Bachaey Ki Duaa 7/31/2012
19. The Bird's Complaint 7/31/2012
20. Sympathy 7/31/2012
21. The Age Of Infancy 7/31/2012
22. The Mosque Of Cordoba 3/16/2012
23. Age Of Infancy 7/31/2012
24. First Date Tree Saeeded By Abdul Rahman The Firs 3/16/2012
25. Mirza Ghalib 7/31/2012
26. Mu'Tamid's Lament In Prison 3/16/2012
27. Jawab-E-Shik 7/31/2012
28. A Mother's Dream 7/31/2012
29. Taraana-E-Milli 7/31/2012
30. A Longing 7/31/2012
31. Spain 3/16/2012
32. A Mountain And A Squirrel 7/31/2012
33. A Prayer 3/16/2012
34. Pathos Of Love 7/31/2012
35. Shikwaa 7/31/2012
36. Madness Of Love Is No More 1/1/2004
37. Ahead Of The Stars 1/1/2004
38. I Desire 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Allama Muhammad Iqbal

I Desire

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 ...

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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.
The succession of day and night
Is a two-tone silken twine,
With which the Divine Essence
Prepares Its apparel of Attributes.

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