مسلمان آن فقیر کج کلاہیرمید از سینہ او سوز آہی
A Muslim was a king and saint so high,(Flows from his bosom a flame of sigh)
دلش نالد چرا نالد نداندنگاہے یارسول اللہ نگاہی
His heart often weeps why weeps in trance,A glance upon me O Prophet, a glance.
From Armaghan-e-Hijaz (Persian) (1938) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan