Remembering Allama Iqbal- Storm from the East

In weltering moment of olden times, devoid of fortune and direction
Cometh forward this man, we all know of him and his mind
This man Iqbal, the old Sufi from mystifying corners of Kashmir
The old hands that chalked, the old mind that walked in places different
Remembers him the old philosophers and their works, in the old city
See you him at Cordova, the old eyes of submission and grandeur
Hands that deployed wizardry of nature’s gaze and its remains
Not with us, gone now, words still remain in essence of mind and its fury
Words still remain of “khudi”, and the remembrance of our past
Remember this man, and the Old Persian literature, in Heidelberg
In Six months of trance, cometh forward the finest piece
The old literature and its art, the old hands that carved its landscape
The old questions, the old search, answered those questions I had
No longer I feel the need to write, No longer the need to stitch
Nay, my friend, the old teacher says, “write- pay heed to the needs of time”
Long time awaited they have, for this light to take effect,
Be the light for them all, suffered they have enough as the pain grows
Cometh forward, the old plains of Kashmir to the land of the old civilisations

Law is my career; but I will not entertain, only from the need to learn
The old potions of reason and logic, deployed in your presence
The old conversations with all, the architects of Pakistan and the sacrifice
Come you will one day, to rescue, the nation from its birth
In rhymes we will remember, in portraits we will sketch
Our existence and yours, as the hands that flowed like the artist’s brush
From Rumi to Goethe, the old combination of East and West as it surrounds
Where the river Rhine flows all in its might through climbs of the forest,
Here is where the old plaque rests; here is where you find Ufer Iqbal
The homage from the strangest of lands, the homes where Goethe grew

As the sketches of his mind travel from one place to another
In your reach, says Arnold, the e toils of human mind
In your reach, the intricacies of Universe, so find it
In your grasp, the languages of the old silk route and its people
In your hands, the language of the heart and mind
Travel you far; travel you deep, the old romance of philosophy
As they watched in silence, the man and his submission
In the old halls of grand mosque, lost in distant times,
Watched they him in awe, his words and the concepts of mind
As the old gypsies danced in its strange flutes where once grew
The old civilisation and its marks, the old recipients of change
As the years grew, as the moments unfolded in its discreet
In language of the East, and in words, the very creation of being
Rises in its fumes, the words of this man, the old concepts
Still in its place, intact, the fury of the mind and its effects

The old star signs guided you where you rest now, in your heart
As the road to discovery of you and your words still paves its way
Write you do the old affairs and transactions of politics and its art
Write you do, on the old structures of history and religion
The old stones that led to discover, the old hands that made you write
As the old revival of civilisation, created from the need to share and transfer
The old civilisation, where horses rode in farthest corners in their flight
Where scholars gathered to cast a spell, the world never seen it before
Gathers a crowd to see him and his mind, like an old tale and legend
Amazed in their presence, the old teacher reminds them of this Iqbal
Know me of you, in few thousands or perhaps, but this man
Know him the whole world one day, so here is where I sit in his presence

The old Sufi, THE poet of the East, as the words begin to form
The old canvas of human mind and the connection with the heart
The old birth of this star and its light, where moments are explored
Where minds are drawn towards its discovery, with us this man Iqbal
Gather in its paces still as the world gaze, as his mind set ablaze
The old fury in its pace and might, travel you will far to farthest corners
The old traveller and the nomad, as the words begin to migrate
As faces begin to form the old patterns, as memory begins to arrive
As the eagles begin to fly unaided in their flight, through piercing sky
Sweeps away in silence his words, as they watch the old dervish
Storm from the East, as it travels to farthest corners of thy existence!

KASHKIN

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11 responses to “Remembering Allama Iqbal- Storm from the East

  1. muhammad jamil

    well,whoever is the administrator or manager or whatever they are called,why don’t you provide the facility for sharing the articles by mail or by posting it to our persoanl facebook pages??? create a facebook page of your own so that one can subscribe and automatically see the latest articles on our facebook and share them with our friends.right now you provide no method of sharing any article that one likes.

  2. Kashkin Mian, it looks like you have been granted free for all access to PTH forum by the editors,well done.
    Alas, PTH used to be a forum of serious debate and discussion.
    R.I.P PTH

  3. Zainab Ali

    Iqbal’s poetry evoked a revolution and gave the impetus to the Muslims of subcontinent to search for a separate homeland. Perhaps now is the time when Iqbal is needed most, because we need to rise up again, against this menace of terrorism and insurgency.

  4. Ammar

    Iqbal’s death anniversary was marked by more bombings and killings, it reminded me how distorted is Pakistan’s vision and how much have deviated from our goals. Iqbal was staunch opponent of clergy as he knew that they are inherently deceptive and dubious. The rise of Taliban is due to the societal powers given to the clergy. For Iqbal it is the public who decides the fate of Pakistan! Not the breaded Mullahs

    Afraad kay hathoon mein hain Millat keh Taqdeer
    Her shakhas hai millat kay muqadar ka sitara

  5. yea so like 50 people die on his anniversary. WOW! Really fulfilling his dream rite?? Pakistan has to fight the cancer of extremism to prevent the dream of these great leaders.

  6. Sadia Hussain

    The founding fathers of Pakistan had nothing in common with the Taliban, both Jinnah and Iqbal were progressive and free-thinkers, they strongly believed in freedom of speech and they questioned the existing order. Iqbal was in particular opposed to the role of clergy and this can be seen in his poetry. Jinnah was a secular of immense caliber who staunchly believed in equality for all. It is disheartening to see when someone equates the insurgency of Taliban with the freedom movement of Pakistan.

  7. Bin Ismail

    There were no founding fathers of Pakistan. Yes, there was indeed a single founding father and his name was Jinnah. Pakistan is not the fulfillment of anybody’s dream. It is the fruit of an ardent constitutional struggle – a struggle that had very little to do with poets and poetry – a struggle that was essentially legal, constitutional, democratic, secular and pro-minority in its nature.

  8. PMA

    In 1931 and 1932 Dr. Iqbal represented the Muslims of India in the Round Table Conferences held in England to discuss the issue of the political future of India. And in a 1930 lecture Iqbal suggested the creation of a separate homeland for the Muslims of India. Iqbal died (1938) before the creation of Pakistan (1947), but it was his teaching that “spiritually … has been the chief force behind the creation of Pakistan.” These thoughts crystallized at Allahabad Session (December, 1930) of the All India Muslim League, when Iqbal in the Presidential Address, forwarded the idea of a Muslim State in India:

    “I would like to see the Punjab, North-West Frontier Province, Sind and Baluchistan into a single State. Self-Government within the British Empire or without the British Empire. The formation of the consolidated North-West Indian Muslim State appears to be the final destiny of the Muslims, at least of the North-West India.”

    The seed sown, the idea began to evolve and take root. It soon assumed the shape of Muslim state or states in the western and eastern Muslim majority zones as is obvious from the following lines of Iqbal’s letter, of June 21, 1937, to the Quaid-i-Azam, only ten months before the former’s death:

    “A separate federation of Muslim Provinces, reformed on the lines I have suggested above, is the only course by which we can secure a peaceful India and save Muslims from the domination of Non-Muslims. Why should not the Muslims of North-West India and Bengal be considered as nations entitled to self-determination just as other nations in India and outside India are.”

  9. Bin Ismail

    @ PMA

    One could rightly wonder how Iqbal’s words uttered in 1930 materialized in 1947. Let’s examine possible explanations. Was Iqbal a prophet whose prophecy was predetermined to meet fulfillment? Did Iqbal conceive an idea that was subsequently pursued by Jinnah to its fulfillment? Did Iqbal conceive and struggle too for the materialization of his idea? The simple answer to all these questions is “No”. The simple fact is that what Iqbal visualized in 1930 was an idea which remained an idea for several years. Iqbal had little to do in the long constitutional battle and the legal struggle that was singlehandedly spearheaded by Jinnah – the struggle that culminated in Pakistan.

    I do not mean to trivialize the contributions of Iqbal. Iqbal’s contributions are commendable but to project him as a founding father, would certainly be an over-statement.

  10. PMA

    Bin Ismail (May 5, 2010 at 5:39 pm):

    “I do not mean to trivialize the contributions of Iqbal. Iqbal’s contributions are commendable but to project him as a founding father, would certainly be an over-statement.”

    The way I see it the Pakistan Movement was a long and arduous struggle spread over at least half a century time period. Various leaders in different times within that half century carried the torch of liberty and freedom in their own way. Iqbal did his part in his time in his way. The man died before his dream could be materialized. But let us not push him off the main-stage. I am sure had he lived long enough he would have been seated in the front row listening to Jinnah delivering his August 14, 1947 address. As a nation we must be confident enough to have a big tent. Jinnah led us to the finish line of our marathon. Iqbal helped us to galvanise, inspired us and gave us the idea of a nation worthy of a nation-state when we needed it the most. To me both Iqbal and Jinnah are the ‘fathers’ of this nation. Each did his part in his time in his own way. I see that you have a different view and that is OK. I do not wish to debate with you and others on this trivial issue.

  11. Bin Ismail

    @ PMA (May 5, 2010 at 6:50 pm)

    “I see that you have a different view and that is OK .”

    Agreed.