On Muhammad Iqbal’s poem, A Dialogue Between God and Man

Iqbal’s poem:

GOD

I made the whole world with the same water and clay,
But You created Iran, Tartary, and Ethiopia.
From the earth I brought forth pure iron,
But you made from that iron sword, arrow, and gun.
You made an axe for the tree in the garden,
And a cage for the songbird.

MAN

You made the night, I made the lamp;
You made the earthen bowl, I made the goblet.
You made deserts, mountains and valleys;
I made gardens, meadows, and parks.
I am one who makes a mirror out of stone,
And turns poison into sweet, delicious drink.

I pray Muhammad Iqbal forgives my addition…

WOMAN

You made my form beauty in innocence,
until man destroyed my purity;
All that is pure seems destined for corruption.
You made the destroyer man easily tempted
by power, greed, and lust,
but who is the final Destroyer?

It is suffering that shoots streams of creativity out of my heart, and the brokenness of life that explodes my heart into its soul.