The Heart and Soul of Iqbal

Through Love the song of Life begets its rhythmic flow. From Love the shapes of clay derive an endless glow.

Love makes its way to every tissue in human flesh, Like dew-laden morning breeze makes the flower fresh.

Man, ignorant of the Sustainer, has to, on worldly kings, depend Reliant on Him, could he make the kings, on him come to depend.

To a free heart is the kingship, to belly death is due, Choice lies in the heart and belly, which one is you?

O Muslim, you find out! from mullah seek no answer, Nowhere to be found, His devotees, what is the answer.