Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | July 25, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: Gabriel and Satan

by Allama Muhammad Iqbal (1877 – 1938).


Gabriel and Satan



Dear old friend!  How is the world of color and smell?



Passion and Concord and Pain and Loss and Searching and Desire



There is talk of you every moment in Heaven

Would it not be possible to mend the torn hem of your honor?



Alas, Gabriel.  You are unaware of this secret

After my wine glass broke, I have become intoxicated

Now my existence here is impossible

How quiet is this world without palace or street

The one whose despair is the internal fire of the universe,

Is it appropriate to say of him, that he is disappointed or not?



From your rebellion, we lost our places of esteem

Where is the honor of the angels now in the eye of God?



My daring has increased the fervor of man, who was merely a handful of dust

My mischief is the warp and woof of the material of intelligence and wisdom

You only see the battle between good and evil from the shore

Who is experiencing the beating of the storm, me or you?

Even the prophets Khizr and Elias are powerless,

As my storm spreads from ocean to ocean, river to river, stream to stream

If you have a private audience with God, ask him:

Whose blood has added color to the story of Adam?

I prick the heart of God like a thorn

You only cry, “Allah hu, Allah hu, Allah hu.”



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