Will a star ever tell the news of my destiny? It itself is in the splendor of the heavens, beyond my knowledge.

This profound couplet speaks to the limits of prediction, whether from celestial bodies or human counsel. The poet, Allama Iqbal, questions the stars—the very symbols of destiny—asking what they know of his fate. But then, he realizes the truth: the stars themselves are part of the vast, glittering expanse of the cosmos. They are magnificent, yet they are also humble and eloquent in their own way. It’s a reminder that true understanding lies within the mystery itself, not in external predictions.