زیان بینی ز سیر بوستانماگر جانت شہید جستجو نیست
Do not come to my garden if you haveAn uninquiring mind, which does not crave
نمایم آنچہ ہست اندر رگ گلبہار من طلسم رنگ و بو نیست
To know the souls of flowers. My spring is notMere smell and colour, no mere surface wave.
From Payam-e-Mashriq (1923) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan