Allama Iqbal Quotes

Khudi ko kar buland itna ke har taqder se pehle Khuda bande se khud pooche bata teri raza kya hai.

people who have no hold over their process of thinking ara likely to be ruined by liberty of thought.

Nations are born in the hearts of poets, they prosper and die in the hands of politicians.

The alchemist of the West has turned stone into glass But my alchemy has transmuted glass into flint Pharaohs of today have stalked me in vain

Ki Muhammad se wafa toonay to ham teray hain Ye jahan cheez hai kiya lauho qalam tere hain

The new world is as yet behind the veil of destiny In my eyes, however its dawn has been unveiled

My ancestors were Brahmins. They spent their lives in search of god. I am spending my life in search of man.

From love's plectrum arises the song of the string of life Love is the light of life love is the fire of life

Failure is not fatal until we surrender trying again is the key of glorious victory

Reh Gyi Rasm-e-Azan, Rooh-e-Bilali Na Rahi Falsafa Reh Gya, Talqeen-e-Ghazali Na Rahi Azan yet sounds, but never now Like Bilal’s, soulfully; Philosophy, conviction-less, Now mourns its Ghazzali

It is the mysterious touch of the ideal that animates and sustains the real, and through it alone we can discover and affirm the ideal.

maa tujhe salaam pher lete hai nazar jis waqt bete or bahu.. ajnabi apne hi ghar me hae ban jati hai maaa..

Look at the evils of the world around you and protect yourself from them. Our teachers give all the wrong messages to our youth, since they take away the natural flare from the soul. Take it from me that all knowledge is useless until it is connected with your life, because the purpose of knowledge is nothing but to show you the splendors of yourself!

I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky, And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.

But only a brief moment is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose wage is The long nights of the grave

For centuries Eastern heart and intellect have been absorbed in the question � Does God exist? I propose to raise a new question � new, that is to say, for the East � Does man exist?

The revealed and mystic literature of mankind bears ample testimony to the fact that religious experience has been too enduring and dominant in the history of mankind to be rejected as mere illusion. There seems to be no reason, then, to accept the normal level of human experience as fact and reject its other levels as mystical and emotional.

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.

قیودِ شام و سحر میں بسر تو کی لیکن نظامِ کُہنہ عالم سے آشنا نہ ھوا

The poet's nature is all searching, creator and nourisher of desire; the poet is like the heart in a people's breast, a people without a poet is a mere heap of clay. If the purpose of poetry is the fashioning of men, poetry is likewise the heir of prophecy.

The causality-bound aspect of Nature is not the whole truth. Ultimate Reality is invading our consciousness from other directions as well, and the purely intellectual method of overcoming Nature is not the only way.

The highest art is that which awakens our dormant will-force, and nerves us to face the trials of life manfully. All that brings drowsiness and makes us shut our eyes to reality around-on the mastery of which alone life depends�is a message of decay and death.

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

What is the character and general structure of the universe in which we live? Is there a permanent element in the constitution of this universe? How are we related to it? What place do we occupy in it, and what is the kind of conduct that befits the place we occupy? These questions are common to religion, philosophy, and higher poetry

خرد مندوں سے کیا پوچھوں کہ میری ابتدا کیا ہے کہ میں اس فکر میں رہتا ہوں، میری انتہا کیا ہے خودی کو کر بلند اتنا کہ ہر تقدیر سے پہلے خدا بندے سے خود پوچھے، بتا تیری رضا کیا ہے مقامِ گفتگو کیا ہے اگر میں کیمیا گر ہوں یہی سوزِ نفس ہے اور میری کیمیا کیا ہے نظر آئیں مجھے تقدیر کی گہرائیاں اس میں نہ پوچھ اے ہمنشیں مجھ سے وہ چشمِ سرمہ سا کیا ہے اگر ہوتا وہ مجذوب فرنگی اس زمانے میں تو اقبال اس کو سمجھتا مقام کبریا کیا ہے نوائے صبح گاہی نے جگر خوں کر دیا میرا خدایا جس خطا کی یہ سزا ہے وہ خطا کیا ہے؟

The great point in Christianity is the search for an independent content for spiritual life which, according to the insights of its founder, could be elevated, not by the forces of a world external to the soul of man, but by the revelation of a new world within his soul. Islam fully agrees with this insight and supplements it by the further insight that the illumination of the new world thus revealed is not something foreign to the world of matter but permeates it through and through. Thus the affirmation of spirit sought by Christianity would come not by the renunciation of external forces which are already permeated by the illumination of spirit, but by a proper adjustment of man's relation to these forces in view of the light received from the world within.

he philosophy of Islam will be shown in terms of the modern philosophy, and if there are imperfections in the old ideas then they shall be removed. My task is merely constructive, and in this construction I shall take into consideration the best traditions of Islamic philosophy.

When truth has no burning, then it is philosophy, when it gets burning from the heart, it becomes poetry

Ilm Ne Mujh Se Kaha Ishq Hai Diwana-Pan Ishq Ne Mujh Se Kaha Ilm Hai Takhmeen-o-Zan Knowledge said to me, Love is madness; Love said to me, Knowledge is calculation Band-e-Takhmeen-o-Zan! Kirm-e-Kitabi Na Ban Ishq Sarapa Huzoor, Ilm Sarapa Hijab O slave of calculation, do not be a bookworm! Love is Presence entire, Knowledge nothing but a Veil.

Jahan mein ehle-e-imaan soorat-e-khursheed jeetay hain, Idhar doobey, udhar nikley; udhar doobey, idhar nikley In this world, men of faith and self-confidence are like the sun, They go down on one side to come up on the other.

It turned out he wasn't just a poet. He was also a politician, a teacher, a lawyer, a scholar, and a knight. I thought one dream was enough for a person, but reading his story, I learned some people could hold on to many different dreams and see them all come true.

A modern fad which has gained widespread acceptance amongst the semi-educated who wish to appear secular is the practice of meditation. They proclaim with an air of smug superiority, ‘Main mandir-vandir nahin jaata, meditate karta hoon (I don’t go to temples or other such places, I meditate).’ The exercise involves sitting lotus-pose (padma asana), regulating one’s breathing and making your mind go blank to prevent it from ‘jumping about like monkeys’ from one (thought) branch to another. This intense concentration awakens the kundalini serpent coiled at the base of the spine. It travels upwards through chakras (circles) till it reaches its destination in the cranium. Then the kundalini is fully jaagrit (roused) and the person is assured to have reached his goal. What does meditation achieve? The usual answer is ‘peace of mind’. If you probe further, ‘and what does peace of mind achieve?’, you will get no answer because there is none. Peace of mind is a sterile concept which achieves nothing. The exercise may be justified as therapy for those with disturbed minds or those suffering from hypertension, but there is no evidence to prove that it enhances creativity. On the contrary it can be established by statistical data that all the great works of art, literature, science and music were works of highly agitated minds, at times minds on the verge of collapse. Allama Iqbal’s short prayer is pertinent: Khuda tujhey kisee toofaan say aashna kar dey Keh terey beher kee maujon mein iztiraab naheen (May God bring a storm in your life, There is no agitation in the waves of your life’s ocean.)

Nahin Tera Nasheman Qasr-e-Sultani Ke Gunbad Par Tu Shaheen Hai, Basera Kar Paharon Ki Chatanon Mein

nations are collectively judged, and suffer for their misdeeds here and now.

Individuality, therefore, harbours its own enemy at home.’2

Nahin Minnatkash-e-Taab-e-Shaneedan Dastan Meri Khamoshi Guftugu Hai, Be-Zubani Hai Zuban Meri My story is not indebted to the patience of being heard My silence is my talk, my speechlessness is my speech Ye Dastoor-e-Zuban Bandi Hai Kaisa Teri Mehfil Mein Yahan To Baat Karne Ko Tarasti Hai Zuban Meri Why does this custom of silencing exist in your assembly? My tongue is tantalized to talk in this assembly Uthaye Kuch Waraq Lale Ne, Kuch Nargis Ne, Kuch Gul Ne Chaman Mein Har Taraf Bikhri Huwi Hai Dastan Meri Some leaves were picked up by the tulip, some by the narcissus, some by the rose My story is scattered around everywhere in the garden Urha Li Qumriyon Ne, Tootiyon Ne, Andleebon Ne Chaman Walon Ne Mil Kar Loot Li Tarz-e-Faghan Meri The turtle‐doves, parrots, and nightingales pilfered away The garden’s denizens jointly robbed away my plaintive way Tapak Ae Shama Ansu Ban Ke Parwane Ki Ankhon Se Sarapa Darun Hun, Hasrat Bhari Hai Dastan Meri O Candle! Drip like tears from the eye of the moth Head to foot pathos I am, full of longing is my story

Fareb-e-nazar hai sakoon-o-sabaat Tarapta hai har zarra-e-qayanaat Thehrata Nahin Karwaan-E-Wajood Ke Har Lehza Hai Taza Shaan E Wajood Samjhta Hai Tu Raaz Hai Zindagi Faqat Zauq-E-Parwaaz Hai Zindagi Allama Iqbal Steadiness is a deception from our eyes, Every particle in this universe pulsates with a revolution. Caravan of the existence does not rest, Every moment life renews itself. You might think life is a mystery, Whereas life is merely a flight of desires. *Translation by Jasz Gill

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You don’t get frightened of these furious, violent winds, oh Eagle! These blows only to make you fly higher. —Allama Iqbal, 786

What does meditation achieve? The usual answer is ‘peace of mind’. If you probe further, ‘and what does peace of mind achieve?’, you will get no answer because there is none. Peace of mind is a sterile concept which achieves nothing. The exercise may be justified as therapy for those with disturbed minds or those suffering from hypertension, but there is no evidence to prove that it enhances creativity. On the contrary it can be established by statistical data that all the great works of art, literature, science and music were works of highly agitated minds, at times minds on the verge of collapse. Allama Iqbal’s short prayer is pertinent:

نہ کہیں جہاں میں اماں مِلی، جو اماں مِلی تو کہاں مِلی مرے جُرمِ خانہ خراب کو ترے عفوِ بندہ نواز میں

De unde vine oare De unde vine oare tot acest dor arzător în inimile noastre, Al nostru-i pocalul, nu şi vinul dintr-însul; De unde vine el oare? Ştiu că lumea este colb Iar noi, asemeni, un pumn de ţărână. Dar de unde vine oare durerea căutării care ne mistuie toată fiinţa? Privirile noastre răzbat fruntariile galaxiei. De unde vin oare Căutarea asiduă, neliniştea şi revolta noastră?

[Oda I. 6] Dacă colbul risipit s-ar putea preschimba din nou într-o inimă, Atunci va putea pulsa încă o dată cu pasiunea din trecut. Dacă preafericiţii din paradis mă vor amăgi să cânt, Atunci focul din inima mea le va încălzi încă o dată spiritele. Iubirea m-a făcut un ocean fără margini, fără de fund, Dar conştiinţa de sine mă poate preschimba într-un ţărm. Mi-e teamă ca în lumea de dincolo căutarea mea Să nu se schimbe într-o goană deşartă, o goană fără scop. Înălţarea omului a stârnit spaimă şi gelozie în îngeri, De teamă că această stea eclipsată să nu ajungă într-o bună zi lună plină.

You are a tiny picture of my destruction / You are the interpretation of my life's dream

From love's plectrum arises, the song of the string of life Love is the light of life, love is the fire of life

From love's plectrum arises, the song of the string of life Love is the light of life, love is the fire of life

Nations are born in the hearts of poets; they prosper and die in the hands of politicians.

True Love never needs the Expression of Words, It Speaks the Language Blessed by God and when it speaks, Only Miracles Happen.” REMEMBER: The best Expression of love is sending message for ““Nikah” (Marriage) to the guardians of the one you like or love, if you are true to someone and approaching him/her by choosing the “Sirat e Mustaqeem” (Guide us on the straight path) you will tell people that ““Nikah” (Marriage)” is miraculous. "LOVE" is not something that becomes your weakness; it's something that becomes your Strength by caring for you, keeping you on right track, like your parents love you truly, they sacrifice everything for you and want you to become a good human being in the society, to become a role model for the coming generations with great character, I understand no body is perfect, including me and it’s really hard to keep yourself on right track in this era but we must priorities the things, like becoming someone that can have a great life by recognizing the purpose of it , then making your parents proud by working on it, then it comes to the life partner when you are mature enough to take the right decision for that, then there is nothing wrong to like someone and considering him/her as your life partner if they choose the right way to approach each other, they involve their parents and guardians by taking permission, they don’t break the laws of nature, if anyone breaks the laws our Quran tells us “Women of purity are for men of purity, and men of purity are for women of purity” — Ayah 26 of Surah an-Nur mentions this wonderful line. People who are thinking that they can express love in words or in any way by breaking the spiritual, physical and emotional laws like marriage “Nikah” (Marriage), they are making fool of themselves. Once you are in that circle of breaking law, your series of actions becomes the source of sabotages for coming life, your spiritual, emotional and physical patterns are controlled by a gravitation pull of evil. Once you are impure then it’s hard to resist. Remember one thing love does exists in responsibilities of taking care of each-other's character, no matter how much someone is attractive to you, if he or she is expressing it to create physical desire before marriage, it leads you to the dark part. I would like to quote saying of Allama Iqbal (RA) at the end, "People who have no hold over their process of thinking are likely to be ruined by liberty of thought. If thought is immature, liberty of thought becomes a method of converting men into animals.

Art is a secret lie.