WisdoM of East

Art: If the object of poetry is, to make men, then poetry is the heir of

prophecy.

Be not entangled in this world of days and nights; Thou hast another time
and space as well.

Become dust - and they will throw thee in the air; Become stone - and they
will throw thee on glass.

But only a brief moment is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose
wage is the long nights of the grave.

Destiny is the prison and chain of the ignorant. Understand that destiny like
the water of the Nile: Water before the faithful, blood before the unbeliever.

Ends and purposes, whether they exist as conscious or subconscious
tendencies, form the wrap and woof of our conscious experience.

God is not a dead equation!

I am a hidden meaning made to defy. The grasp of words, and walk away
With free will and destiny. As living, revolutionary clay.

I have never considered myself a poet. I have no interest in poetic artistry.

I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky, And the blood coursing
in the veins of the moon.

I lead no party; I follow no leader. I have given the best part of my life to
careful study of Islam, its law and polity, its culture, its history and its literature.

I, therefore, demand the formation of a consolidated Muslim State in the
best interest of India and Islam.

If faith is lost, there is no security and there is no life for him who does not
adhere to religion.

If the object of poetry is, to make men, then poetry is the heir of prophecy.

Indeed, in view of its function, religion stands in greater need of a rational
foundation of its ultimate principles than even the dogmas of science.

Islam is itself destiny and will not suffer destiny.

It is the lot of man to share in the deeper aspirations of the universe around
him and to share his own destiny as well as that of the universe, now by adjusting himself to its forces, now by putting the whole of his energy to his own ends and purposes.

It is the nature of the self to manifest itself, In every atom slumbers the
might of the self.

Nations are born in the hearts of poets, they prosper and die in the hands
of politicians.

People who have no hold over their process of thinking are likely to be
ruined by liberty of thought. If thought is immature, liberty of thought becomes a method of converting men into animals.

Physiologically less violent and psychologically more suitable to a
concrete type of mind.

Plants and minerals are bound to predestination. The faithful is only bound
to the Divine orders.

Rise above sectional interests and private ambitions... Pass from matter
to spirit. Matter is diversity; spirit is light, life and unity.

Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its
flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.

The Ego is partly free. partly determined, and reaches fuller freedom by
approaching the Individual who is most free: God.

The immediacy of mystic experience simply means that we know God just
as we know other objects. God is not a mathematical entity or a system of concepts mutually related to one another and having no reference to experience.

The scientific observer of Nature is a kind of mystic seeker in the act of
prayer.

The wing of the Falcon brings to the king, the wing if the crow brings him to
the cemetery.

Thou art not for the earth, nor for the Heaven the world is for thee, thou art
not for the world.

Though the terror of the sea gives to none security, in the secret of the
shell. Self preserving we may dwell.

Unbeliever is he who follows predestination even if he be Muslim, Faithful
is he, if he himself is the Divine Destiny.

Vision without power does bring moral elevation but cannot give a lasting
culture.

When truth has no burning, then it is philosophy, when it gets burning from
the heart, it becomes poetry.

Why hast thou made me born in this country, The inhabitant of which is
satisfied with being a slave?

Why should I ask the wise men: Whence is my beginning? I am busy with

the thought: Where will be my end?

Words, without power, is mere philosophy.