Read Allama Iqbal Poetry
English TransleteAnd even the Angels could not tell what was that voice so strange,Whose secret seemed to lie beyond Celestial wisdom’s range.
English TransleteThen spake a Voice Compassionate: “Your tale enkindles pain,Your cup is brimming full with tears which you could not contain
English TransleteEven High Heaven itself is moved by these impassioned cries;How wild the heart which taught your lips such savage melodies!
English TransleteMy loving care is there for all, If deserved but by few!Not this the clay from which I can an Adam’s shape renew!
English TransleteApostate hearts and palsied hands Your earthly lives debase,You all, to your great Prophet (PBUH), are Bringers of deep disgrace;
