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The Rod of Moses

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A Declaration of War against the Present Age
Like the wind of morn imbibe the wish to blow,
DEDICATION TO NAWAB SIR HAMIDULLAH KHAN THE RULER OF BHOPAL
To Readers
The Prologue
Islam And Mussulman
Dawn
No God But He
Submission to Fate
Ascension
Admonition to a Philosophy Stricken Sayyid
The Earth and the Sky
The Decline of The Muslims
Knowledge and Love
Ijtehad
Thanks Cum Complaint
Dhikr and Fikr
Mullah of the Mosque
Destiny
Oneness of God
Knowledge and Religion
Indian Muslim
Written on the Occasion of The British Government's...
Jihad
Authority and Faith
Faqr and Monarchy
Islam
Eternal Life
Kingship
The Mystic
Dazzled by Europe
Mysticism
Islam In India
Ghazal
The World
Prayer
Revelation
Defeatism
Heart and Intellect
Fervour For Action
The Grave
The Recognition of a Qalandar
Philosophy
God's Men
The Infidel and Believer
The True Guide
Believer
Muhammad Ali Bab
Fate
Invocation to the Soul of Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him)
The Way of Islam
Guidance
Faqr and Monkery
Ghazal
Resignation
Unity of God
Revelation and Freedom
Soul and Body
Lahore and Karachi
Prophethood
Adam
Makkah and Geneva
To Elder of the Shrine
The Guide
A Muslim
Punjabi Muslim
Freedom
Preaching of Islam in the West
Negation and Affirmation
To the Amirs of Arabia
Decrees of God
Death
By Grace of God, Rise!
Education And Upbringing
Goal
Modern Man
Eastern Nations
Awareness
Reformers of the East
Western Culture
Open Secrets
The Testament of Tipu Sultan
Ghazal
Awakening
Upbringing of Selfhood
Freedom of Thought
The Life of Selfhood
Government
Indian School
Upbringing
Foul and Fair
Death of the Ego
Honoured Guest
Modern Age
A Student
Examination
The Schools
Nietzsche
Teachers
Ghazal
Religion and Education
To Javid
Woman
The Frankish Man
A Question
Veil
Solitude
Woman
Emancipation of Women
Protection of the Weaker Vessel
Education and Women
Woman
Literature and Fine Arts
Religion and Crafts
Creation
Madness
To My Poem
Paris Mosque
Literature
Vision
Might of Islam Mosque
Theatre
Ray of Hope
Hope
Eager Glance
To the Artists
Ghazal
Being
Melody
Breeze and Dew
The Pyramids of Egypt
Creations of Art
Iqbal
Fine Arts
Dawn in the Garden
Khaqani
Rumi
Newness
Mirza Bedil
Grandeur and Grace
The Painter
Lawful Music
Unlawful Music
Fountain
The Poet
Persian Poetry
India’s Artists
The Great Man
New World
Invention of New Meanings
Music
Zest for Sight
Verse
Dance and Music
Discipline
Dancing
Politics Of The East and The West
Communism
The Voice of Karl Marx
Revolution
Flattery
Government Jobs
Europe and The Jews
The Psychology Of Slaves
Bolshevik Russia
To-day and To-morrow
The East
Statesmanship of the Franks
Mastership
Advice to Slaves
To the Egyptians
Abyssinia
Satan to his Political Offspring
An Eastern League of Nations
Everlasting Monarchy
Democracy
Europe and Syria
Mussolini
Complaint
Tutelage
Secular Politics
Civilization’s Clutches
Advice
A Pirate and Alexander
League of Nations
Syria and Palestine
Political Leaders
Psychology Of Bondage
Slaves’ Prayer
To the Palestinian Arabs
The East and The West
Psychology of Power
Reflections Of Mihrab Gul Afghan
My hills and dales! Where can I go, leaving everything...
Tribes have been ever fighting among themselves,
Your destiny can’t be changed though prayers;
This wily heaven, the moon and the sun
These schools and games, this continuing uproar,
He who creates in this world of Becoming,
People of Rome and Syria have changed and so have those of...
The crow cavils that your wings are ill-looking,
Love is not by nature ignoble like lust;
That young man is the light of the eye of the tribe,
The lamp that once lighted your nights
Secularism and Latin script! What a meaningless controversy!
To me this world appears topsy-turvy;
Without the boldness of an outspoken man, Love is deceit...
The story of man is a witness to the truth:
It is death for the nations to be cut off from the Centre;
One man of certitude among millions
Sher Shah Suri has so well said:
True sight is not that distinguishes between red and purple,
The man of the desert of the mountains

Complaint

What is poor India’s fate ‑who knows? ‑ for up till now
It has been a glittering jewel in some crown!
Its peasant is a corpse that some grave has disgorged –
The corpse’s tattered shroud is still inside the ground;
His soul and his body are in pawn:
Alas, neither the residence nor the resident survives!
It is you who became the willing slave of Europe:
My complaint is against you, it is not against Europe!

Translated by: Mustansir Mir
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