Quotes by Allama Muhammad Iqbal
Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight Gaze you therein.
I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky, And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.
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 moment is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose wage is The long nights of the grave.
I, therefore, demand the formation of a consolidated Muslim State in the best interest of India and Islam.
