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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342312" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mosque Of Cordoba</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The succession of day and night<br>Is the architect of events.<br>The succession of day and night<br>Is the fountain-head of life and death.<br>The succession of day and night<br>Is a two-tone silken twine,<br>With which the Divine Essence<br>Prepares Its apparel of Attributes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The succession of day and night<br>Is the reverberation of the symphony of<br>Creation.<br>Through its modulations, the Infinite<br>demonstrates<br>The parameters of possibilities.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The succession of day and night<br>Is the touchstone of the universe; <br>Now sitting in judgement on you,<br>Now setting a value on me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But what if you are found wanting.<br>What if I am found wanting.<br>Death is your ultimate destiny.<br>Death is my ultimate destiny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What else is the reality of your days<br>and nights,<br>Besides a surge in the river of time,<br>Sans day, sans night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Frail and evanescent, all miracles of<br>ingenuity,<br>Transient, all temporal attainments; <br>Ephemeral, all worldly accomplishments.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Annihilation is the end of all<br>beginnings.<br>Annihilation is the end of all ends.<br>Extinction, the fate of everything; <br>Hidden or manifest, old or new.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet in this very scenario<br>Indelible is the stamp of permanence<br>On the deeds of the good and godly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deeds of the godly radiate with Love,<br>The essence of life,<br>Which death is forbidden to touch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fast and free flows the tide of time,<br>But Love itself is a tide that stems all tides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the chronicle of Love there are times<br>Other than the past, the present and the<br>future; <br>Times for which no names have yet<br>been coined.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love is the breath of Gabriel.<br>Love is the heart of Mustafa.<br>Love is the messenger of God.<br>Love is the Word of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love is ecstasy lends luster to earthly<br>forms.<br>Love is the heady wine,<br>Love is the grand goblet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love is the commander of marching troops.<br>Love is a wayfarer with many a way-side<br>abode.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love is the plectrum that brings<br>Music to the string of life.<br>Love is the light of life.<br>Love is the fire of life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Love, you owe your being,<br>O, Harem of Cordoba,<br>To Love, that is eternal; <br>Never waning, never fading.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just the media these pigments, bricks<br>and stones; <br>This harp, these words and sounds, just<br>the media.<br>The miracle of art springs from the<br>lifeblood of the artist! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A droplet of the lifeblood<br>Transforms a piece of dead rock into a living<br>heart; <br>An impressive sound, into a song of<br>solicitude,<br>A refrain of rapture or a melody of mirth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The aura you exude, illumines the<br>heart.<br>My plaint kindles the soul.<br>You draw the hearts to the Presence<br>Divine,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I inspire them to bloom and blossom.<br>No less exalted than the Exalted Throne,<br>Is the throne of the heart, the human breast! <br>Despite the limit of azure skies,<br>Ordained for this handful of dust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Celestial beings, born of light,<br>Do have the privilege of supplication,<br>But unknown to them<br>Are the verve and warmth of<br>prostration.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An Indian infidel, perchance, am I; <br>But look at my fervour, my ardour.<br>‘Blessings and peace upon the Prophet,' sings<br>my heart.<br>‘Blessings and peace upon the Prophet,' echo<br>my lips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My song is the song of aspiration.<br>My lute is the serenade of longing.<br>Every fibre of my being<br>Resonates with the refrains of Allah hoo! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your beauty, your majesty,<br>Personify the graces of the man of faith.<br>You are beautiful and majestic.<br>He too is beautiful and majestic.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your foundations are lasting,<br>Your columns countless,<br>Like the profusion of palms<br>In the plains of Syria.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your arches, your terraces, shimmer with the<br>light<br>That once flashed in the valley of Aiman<br>Your soaring minaret, all aglow<br>In the resplendence of Gabriel's glory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Muslim is destined to last<br>As his Azan holds the key to the<br>mysteries<br>Of the perennial message of Abraham<br>and Moses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His world knows no boundaries,<br>His horizon, no frontiers.<br>Tigris, Danube and Nile:<br>Billows of his oceanic expanse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fabulous, have been his times! <br>Fascinating, the accounts of his<br>achievements! <br>He it was, who bade the final adieu<br>To the outworn order.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A cup-bearer is he,<br>With the purest wine for the connoisseur; <br>A cavalier in the path of Love<br>With a sword of the finest steel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A combatant, with la ilah<br>As his coat of mail.<br>Under the shadow of flashing<br>scimitars,<br>'La ilah' is his protection.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your edifice unravels<br>The mystery of the faithful; <br>The fire of his fervent days,<br>The bliss of his tender nights.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your grandeur calls to mind<br>The loftiness of his station,<br>The sweep of his vision,<br>His rapture, his ardour, his pride, his<br>humility.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The might of the man of faith<br>Is the might of the Almighty:<br>Dominant, creative, resourceful, consummate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is terrestrial with celestial aspect; <br>A being with the qualities of the<br>Creator.<br>His contented self has no demands<br>On this world or the other.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His desires are modest; his aims exalted; <br>His manner charming; his ways winsome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft in social exposure,<br>Tough in the line of pursuit.<br>But whether in fray or in social<br>gathering,<br>Ever chaste at heart, ever clean in<br>conduct.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the celestial order of the macrocosm,<br>His immutable faith is the centre of the Divine<br>Compass.<br>All else: illusion, sorcery, fallacy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is the journey's end for reason,<br>He is the raison d 'etre of Love.<br>An inspiration in the cosmic<br>communion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, Mecca of art lovers,<br>You are the majesty of the true tenet.<br>You have elevated Andalusia<br>To the eminence of the holy Harem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your equal in beauty,<br>If any under the skies,<br>Is the heart of the Muslim<br>And no one else.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, those men of truth,<br>Those proud cavaliers of Arabia; <br>Endowed with a sublime character,<br>Imbued with candour and conviction.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their reign gave the world an<br>unfamiliar concept; <br>That the authority of the brave and<br>spirited<br>Lay in modesty and simplicity,<br>Rather than pomp and regality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their sagacity guided the East and the West.<br>In the dark ages of Europe,<br>It was the light of their vision<br>That lit up the tracks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A tribute to their blood it is,<br>That the Andalusians, even today,<br>Are effable and warm-hearted,<br>Ingenuous and bright of countenance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even today in this land,<br>Eyes like those of gazelles are a common<br>sight.<br>And darts shooting out of those eyes,<br>Even today, are on target.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its breeze, even today,<br>Is laden with the fragrance of Yemen.<br>Its music, even today,<br>Carries strains of melodies from Hijaz.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stars look upon your precincts as a piece of<br>heaven.<br>But for centuries, alas! <br>Your porticoes have not resonated<br>With the call of the muezzin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What distant valley, what way-side abode<br>Is holding back<br>That valiant caravan of rampant Love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Germany witnessed the upheaval of religious<br>reforms<br>That left no trace of the old perspective.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Infallibility of the church sage began to<br>ring false.<br>Reason, once more, unfurled its sails.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">France too went through its revolution<br>That changed the entire orientation of<br>Western life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Followers of Rome,<br>Feeling antiquated worshipping the<br>ancientry,<br>Also rejuvenated themselves<br>With the relish of novelty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The same storm is raging today<br>In the soul of the Muslim.<br>A Divine secret it is,<br>Not for the lips to utter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let us see what surfaces<br>From the depths of the deep.<br>Let us see what colour<br>The blue sky changes into.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clouds in the yonder valley<br>Are drenched in roseate twilight.<br>The parting sun has left behind<br>Mounds and mounds of rubies, the best from<br>Badakhshan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Simple and doleful is the song<br>Of the peasant's daughter:<br>Tender feelings adrift in the tide of<br>youth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, the ever-flowing waters of Guadalquivir1,<br>Someone on your banks<br>Is seeing a vision of some other period of<br>time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tomorrow is still in the womb of<br>intention,<br>But its dawn is flashing before my<br>mind's eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Were I to lift the veil<br>From the profile of my reflections,<br>The West would be dazzled by its brilliance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life without change is death.<br>The tumult and turmoil of revolution<br>Keep the soul of a nation alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Keen, as a sword in the hands of Destiny<br>Is the nation<br>That evaluates its actions at each step.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Incomplete are all creations<br>Without the lifeblood of the creator.<br>Soulless is the melody<br>Without the lifeblood of the maestro.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Translated by Saleem A. Gilani]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not: This poem was written in in Spain, especially Cordoba</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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The succession of day and night
Is the fountain-head of life and death.
The succession of day and night
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