Sunday, March 13, 2005
"I've Placed My Heart on the Palm........"
Each moment flows the ocean of life,
From all things in manifest the rush of life.
Peace and permanence a mere illusion,
Each atom throbs, pulsates with life.
Caravan of existence never makes a halt,
Every moment the glory of creation is renewed:
Thinkest thou that life is a riddle?
Nothing but the passion of flight it is!
Means of sustenance to it is travel,
Movement is truth, halting a delusion.
In the East and the West I am a stranger,
Friendless and forlorn, no confidant have I:
I relate my sorrow to my own heart,
How innocently loneliness do I cheat.
I've placed my heart on the palm but there were no takers,
I possess the merchandise but where's the plunderer?
Come and make my bosom your home,
Because no Muslim is lonelier than me.
(Mohammed Iqbal 1877-1938)
......the words ring true to this day......for times may have changed but people have not!
From all things in manifest the rush of life.
Peace and permanence a mere illusion,
Each atom throbs, pulsates with life.
Caravan of existence never makes a halt,
Every moment the glory of creation is renewed:
Thinkest thou that life is a riddle?
Nothing but the passion of flight it is!
Means of sustenance to it is travel,
Movement is truth, halting a delusion.
In the East and the West I am a stranger,
Friendless and forlorn, no confidant have I:
I relate my sorrow to my own heart,
How innocently loneliness do I cheat.
I've placed my heart on the palm but there were no takers,
I possess the merchandise but where's the plunderer?
Come and make my bosom your home,
Because no Muslim is lonelier than me.
(Mohammed Iqbal 1877-1938)
......the words ring true to this day......for times may have changed but people have not!
Faraz Ahmed 11:02 p.m.