Allama Iqbal Poetry
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Read Allama Iqbal Poetry English TransleteAnd even the Angels could not tell what was that voice so strange,
Whose secret seemed to lie beyond Celestial wisdom’s range. English TransleteThen spake a Voice Compassionate: “Your tale enkindles pain,
Your cup is brimming full with tears which you could not contain English TransleteEven High Heaven itself is moved by these impassioned cries;
How wild the heart which taught your lips such savage melodies! English TransleteMy loving care is there for all, If deserved but by few!
Not this the clay from which I can an Adam’s shape renew! English TransleteApostate hearts and palsied hands Your earthly lives debase,
You all, to your great Prophet (PBUH), are Bringers of deep disgrace;