I sweep over mountain and plain – Secrets of Self by Allama Iqbal
I sweep over mountain and plain.
Wrestle with my sea, if thou art a plain;
Receive my lightning if thou art a Sinai.
The Fountain of Life hath been given me to drink.
I have been made an adept of the mystery of Life.
The speck of dust was vitalised by my burning song:
It unfolded wings-and became a firefiy.
No one hath. told the secret which I will tell
Or threaded a pearl of thought like mine
Come, if thou would’st know the secret of everlasting life
Come, if thou would’st win both earth and heaven.
Heaven taught me this lore,
I cannot hide it from comrades