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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342308" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Himalayas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Himalah! O rampart of the realm of India! <br>Bowing down, the sky kisses your forehead</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your condition does not show any signs of old age <br>You are young in the midst of day and night's alternation</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Kalâm of ñër Sân« witnessed but one Effulgence<br>For the discerning eye you are an embodiment of Effulgence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the outward eye you are a mere mountain range<br>In reality you are our sentinel, you are India's rampart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are the diwan whose opening verse is the sky<br>You lead Man to the solitudes of his heart's retreat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Snow has endowed you with the turban of honour<br>Which scoffs at the crown of the world-illuminating sun</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Antiquity is but a moment of your bygone age<br>Dark clouds are encamped in your valleys</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your peaks are matching with the pleiades in elegance<br>Though you are standing on earth your abode is sky's expanse</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stream in your flank is a fast flowing mirror<br>For which the breeze is working like a kerchief</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mountain top's lightning has given a whip<br>In the hands of cloud for the ambling horse</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Himalah! Are you like a theater stage <br>Which nature's hand has made for its elements? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! How the cloud is swaying in excessive joy<br>The cloud like an unchained elephant is speeding</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gentle movement of the morning zephyr is acting like a cradle<br>Every flower bud is swinging with intoxication of existence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The flower bud's silence with the petal's tongue is saying<br>'I have never experienced the jerk of the florist's hand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silence itself is relating the tale of mine<br>The corner of nature's solitude is the abode of mine'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The brook is melodiously descending from the high land<br>Putting the waves of Kawthar and Tasnâm to embarrassment</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As if showing the mirror to Nature's beauty<br>Now evading now rowing against the rock in its way</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Play in passing this orchestra of beautiful music<br>O wayfarer! The heart comprehends your music</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the night's Lailah unfurls her long hair<br>The sound of water-falls allures the heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That silence of the night whose beauty surpasses speech<br>That state of silent meditation overshadowing the trees</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That dusk's beauty which shivers along the mountain range<br>Very beautiful looks this rouge on your cheeks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Himalah! Do relate to us some stories of the time<br>When your valleys became abode of Man's ancestors</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Relate something of the life without sophistication<br>Which had not been stained by the rouge of sophistication</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Imagination! Bring back that period<br>O Vicissitudes of Time speed backwards</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Allama+Muhammad+Iqbal">Allama Muhammad Iqbal</a><div class=q>
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Bowing down, the sky kisses your forehead

Your condition does not show any signs of old age 
You are young in the midst of day and night's alternation

The Kalâm of ñër Sân« witnessed but one Effu..."></div>
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