بسوزد مومن از سوز و جودشگشود ہرچہ بستند از گٹودش
A Momin burns thus in his being’s own heat,All ties ope quick if he so wished to treat.
جلال کبریائی در قیاشجمال بندگی اندر سجودش
His stay is an air of grandeur and grace,A beauty of service at his bow’s place.
From Armaghan-e-Hijaz (Persian) (1938) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan