The Heart and Soul of Iqbal

The Reality of Beauty

Beauty asked God one day, the question ‘Why did you not make me in the world perpetual?’

Came the answer; World is an abode of imagery, Just a tale of the long night of nothingness

The dye of change has made it shiningly visible, the one who is essence deforms, is indeed the beautiful

The moon nearby and heard this colloquy, It took wings in the heavens and heard by the morning-star

Dawn learned it from the star, and told the dew– A talk of the heaven was told to the one that is earthly

And at the dew’s announcement the flower became tearful, And the tender heart of a bud bled with sorrow

The spring departed from the garden, weeping; A youth that came to enjoy the garden, went away grieving.