اقبال - خیال او کہ ازسیل حوادث پرورش گیرد

خیال  او  کہ  از سیل  حوادث   پرورش   گیرد

ز گرداب  سپہر نیلگوں  بیروں   کشود  روزے

فروغ مشت خاک از نوریاں افزوں شود روزے

زمین از کوکب تقدیر او   گردوں   شود   روزے

  

یکے در معنئ آدم  نگر  از  ما   چہ   می   پرسی

ہنوز اندر طبیعت می خلد   موزوں   شود   روزے

His thought which is nursed by the current of accidents, will one day come out of the whirlpool of the bluish sky. Then his devotion and service to the Right Ideal will enable him to unfold the deepest possibilities of his nature and reach the height of his perfection. The glory of man, made of clay, will one day surpass that of the angels, the creatures of light. The very earth will, one day, become as exalted as the firmament on account of the brightness of his fate. What do you want to ask me? Think over the significance of Adam. That which still pricks the nature from within will become agreeable one day.