The Rod of the Moses

A Declaration of War Against the Present Age

Like the wind of morn imbibe the wish to blow,
For temper free is ever moving to and fro.
A thousand founts shall spring on path that you have trod,
Go deep in Self and cleave the sea with Mose's Rod.

Versified English Translation
of
Iqbal's Zarb-i-Kalim

Translated by:
Syed Akbar Ali Shah