Poet Iqbal Quotes

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

Iqbal, that great poet, was so right. The moment you recognize what is beautiful in this world, you stop being a slave. To hell with the Naxals and their guns shipped from China. If you taught every poor boy how to paint, that would be the end of the rich in India.

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.

Iqbal, that great poet, was so right. The moment you recognize what is beautiful in this world, you stop being a slave.

It never bored them to hear words, words; they breathed them with the cool night air, never stopping to analyse; the name of the poet, Hafiz, Hali, Iqbal, was sufficient guarantee. India—a hundred Indias—whispered outside beneath the indifferent moon, but for the time India seemed one and their own, and they regained their departed greatness by hearing its departure lamented, they felt young again because reminded that youth must fly.

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.

He is no mean poet, and his verse can rouse or persuade even if his logic fail to convince. His message is not for the Mohammedans of India alone, but for Moslems everywhere: accordingly he writes in Persian instead of Hindustani—a happy choice, for amongst educated Moslems there are many familiar with Persian literature, while the Persian language is singularly well adapted to express philosophical ideas in a style at once elevated and charming.

It is, therefore, a travesty of truth to say that Islam enjoyed an empire in India for six centuries. What happened really was that Islam struggled for six centuries to conquer India for good, but failed in the final round in the face of stiff and continued Hindu resistance. Haji was not at all wrong when he mourned that the invincible armada of Hijaz which had swept over so many seas and rivers met its watery grave in the Ganges. Iqbal also wrote his Shikwah in sorrowful remembrance of the same failure. In fact, there is no dearth of Muslim poets and politicians who weep over the defeat of Islam in India in the past, and who look forward to a reconquest of India in the future. Hindus have survived as a majority in their motherland not because Islam spared any effort to conquer and convert them but because Islamic brutality met more than its equal in Hindu tenacity for freedom.

Closer attention to beliefs, mindsets and outlooks releases us from ideological and often moralizing categories; it reveals some shared aspirations, hopes, bitterness and dread between left and right, West and East, and apparently clashing ‘isms’. After all, Maxim Gorky, the Bolshevik, Muhammad Iqbal, the poet-advocate of ‘pure’ Islam, Martin Buber, the exponent of the ‘New Jew’, and Lu Xun, the campaigner for a ‘New Life’ in China, as well as D’Annunzio, were all devotees of Nietzsche.

Iqbal was the great poet in the world history, who wrote the multiple subjects of morality, humanity, philosophy, love, self, revolution and especially religious values as his spiritual concept of beautiful poetry.

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

pyaaso raho na dasht me.n baarish ke muntazir maaro zamii.n pe paa.nv ki paanii nikal pa.De In this couplet, the poet has a piece of advise for all those who wait for a miracle in a hopeless situation. He urges such people to believe in themselves and create a miracle themselves.

Iqbal was the great poet in the world history, who wrote the multiple subjects of morality, humanity, philosophy, love, self, revolution, and especially religious values as his spiritual concept of beautiful poetry.

Iqbal, using Urdu and also Persian, would be the poet of Islam rather than of India.

Only three, visionary and golden figures were born on the soil of present Pakistan, Mohammad Ali Jinnah, the founder of Pakistan, and Muhammad Iqbal, the national poet, philosopher and the thinker of Pakistan and Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto, the founder of the constitution and the hero of atomic energy.

ishq bhii ho hijaab me.n husn bhii ho hijaab me.n yaa to KHud aashkaar ho yaa mujhe aashkaar kar In this couplet, the poet is appealing to God whom he takes for his beloved. He expresses his anguish that it makes no sense that both the lover and the beloved should be veiled. Almost in desperation, he wants at least one of the two to show up.