It is a fact that it lights up the pages of the centuries and ages...

It is a fact that it lights up the pages of the centuries and ages, it has reached the depth and profundity of hearts and souls, in such a way that, after hundreds of years, when he is remembered and his moral virtues are heard of, tears of longing are shed, and the memory of his misfortunes is awakened to the extent that even his enemies are affected and their tears flow. This is the most powerful of attractive forces.

From here it can be understood that the link between man and religion is not a material one, but rather of another kind, the like of which link connects no other thing to the spirit of mankind. If `Ali had had no divine colouring and had not been a man of God, he would have been forgotten.

The history of man bears traces of many champions, champions of speech, champions of knowledge or philosophy, champions of power and authority and champions in the battle-field, but all are forgotten by people, or else completely unknown. But not only did 'Ali not die with his being killed, he became more alive. He spoke well when he said: Those who amass wealth are dead even when they are alive, but those with knowledge will remain as long as the world remains.

Their bodies may have disappeared, but their images continue to exist in the hearts. (Nahju' l-balaghah: Saying no. 47 ) He said about his own character: Tomorrow, you will see these days of mine and unknown characteristics of mine will be revealed to you, and after my place has been vacated and someone else has occupied it you will know me." (Nahju 'l-balaghah, Sermon no. 149 ) Iqbal wrote My own age does not understand my deep meanings,My Joseph is not for this market.

I despair of my old champions,My Sinai burns for the sake of the Moses who is coming. Their sea is silent, like dew,But my dew is storm-ridden, like the ocean.My song is of another world than theirs:This bell calls other travellers to take the road.Many a poet was born after his death,He opened our eyes when his own were closed,And journeyed forth again from nothingness Like roses blossoming over the earth of his grave.

No river will contain my Oman My ,flood requires whole seas to hold it.Lightenings slumber within my soul,I sweep over mountain and plain.The Fountain of Life hath been given Me to drink,I have been made an adapt of the mystery of Life.No one hath told the secret which I will tell Or threaded a pearl of thought like mine Heaven taught me this lore,I cannot hide it from my comrades.