When Truth Has No Burning, Then It

I Have Seen The Movement Of The Sinews Of The Sky, And The Blood Coursing In The Veins Of The Moon.

The Westerners Have Lost The Vision Of Heaven, They Go Hunting For The Pure Spirit In The Belly. The Pure Soul Takes Not Color And Scent From The Body, And Communism Has Nothing To Do Save With The Body.

I Would Like To See The Punjab, North-west Frontier Province, Sind And Baluchistan Amalgamated Into A Single State. Self-government Within The British Empire, Or Without The British Empire, The Formation Of A Consolidated North-west Indian Muslim State Appears To Me To Be The Final Destiny Of The Muslims, At Least Of North-west India.

But The Perception Of Life As An Organic Unity Is A Slow Achievement, And Depends For Its Growth On A People's Entry Into The Main Current Of World-events.

But Only A Brief Moment Is Granted To The Brave One Breath Or Two, Whose Wage Is The Long Nights Of The Grave.