Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Discordants

I. (Bread and Music)Music I heard with you was more than music,And bread I broke with you was more than bread;Now that I am without you, all is..

© Conrad Potter Aiken

Music I Heard

Music I heard with you was more than music,And bread I broke with you was more than bread;Now that I am without you, all is desolate;All that was..

© Conrad Potter Aiken

Beloved, Let Us Once More Praise The Rain

Beloved, let us once more praise the rain.Let us discover some new alphabet,For this, the often praised; and be ourselves,The rain, the chickweed..

© Conrad Potter Aiken

All Lovely Things

All lovely things will have an ending,All lovely things will fade and die,And youth, that's now so bravely spending,Will beg a penny by and by.Fine..

© Conrad Potter Aiken

Annihilation

While the blue noon above us arches,And the poplar sheds disconsolate leaves,Tell me again why love bewitches,And what love gives.It is the trembling..

© Conrad Potter Aiken

The Sun

O Sun! The world's essence and motivator you areThe organizer of the book of the world you areThe splendor of existence has been created by youThe..

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

The Tomb-Stone Of Saiyyid

O you whose life is confined in the material worldO you whose soul is imprisoned in the cageLook at the freedom of this garden's warblersLook at the..

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

The Crescent

The sun's boat is broken and drowned in the NileBut a piece is floating about on the water of the NileThe twilight's pure blood drips into the sky's..

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

The Interrogatio

The bright sun is hidden, the night shows its faceThe night's hair is spread on shoulders of the earthThis black dress is preparation for some one's..

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

The Painful Wail

Consumed with grief I am, I get relief in no wayO circumambient waters of the Ganges drown meOur land foments excessive mutual enmityWhat unity! Our..

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

The One I Was Searching For On The Earth And In Heaven

The one I was searching for on the earth and in heavenAppeared residing in the recesses of my own heartWhen the reality of the self became evident to..

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

The Cloud On The Mountain

Elevation bestows the sky's nearness to my abodeI am the mountain's cloud, my skirt sprinkles rosesNow the wilderness, now the rose garden is my..

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

The Morning Sun

Far from the ignoble strife of Man's tavern you areThe wine-cup adorning the sky's assemblage you areThe jewel which should be the pearl of the..

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

The Himalayas

O Himalah! O rampart of the realm of India!Bowing down, the sky kisses your foreheadYour condition does not show any signs of old ageYou are young in..

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

The Intellect And The Heart

One day Intellect said to the heart'A guide to the misguided ones I amBeing on the earth I reach up to the skyLook, how deep in comprehension I..

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

The Candle

O Candle! I am also an afflicted person in the world assemblyConstant complaint is my lot in the manner of the rueLove gave the warmth of internal..

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

The Bird's Complaint

I am constantly reminded of the bygone timesThose garden's springs, those chorus of chimesGone are the freedoms of our own nestsWhere we could come..

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

Sympathy

Perched on the branch of a treeWas a nightingale sad and lonely'The night has drawn near', He was thinking'I passed the day in flying around and..

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

The Withered Rose

O withered rose! How can I still call you a rose?How can I call you the longing of nightingale's heart?Once the zephyr's movement was your rocking..

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

The Candle And The Moth

O Candle! Why does the moth love you?Why is this restless soul devoted to you?Your charm keeps it restless like mercuryDid you teach it the etiquette..

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

The Colorful Rose

You are not troubled with solving enigmasO, beautiful Rose! nor do you have sublime feelings in your heartThough you ornament the assembly, still you..

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

Mu'Tamid's Lament In Prison

In my breast,A wail of grief,Without any spark or flash,Alone survives,Passionless, ineffectual.A free man is in prison today,Without a spear or a..

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

Spain

Spain! You are the trustee of the Muslimblood:In my eyes you are sanctified like the Harem.Prints of prostration lie hidden in your dust,Silent calls..

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

Mirza Ghalib

Through you the secret was revealed to the human intellectThat innumerable enigmas are solved by human intellectYou were the complete soul, literary..

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

First Date Tree Saeeded By Abdul Rahman The Firs

You are the apple of my eye,My heart's delight:I am remote from my valley,To me you are the Burning Bush of Sinai!You are a houri of the Arabian..

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal