مثل شرر ذرہ را تن بہ تپیدن دہمتن بہ تپیدن دھم بال پریدن دہم
Each atom’s body like a spark. I set a-quivering,Each atom quivers through the dark. And soars as on a wing.
سوز نوایم نگر ریزۂ الماس راقطرۂ شبنم کنم خوی چکیدن دہم
List to my music burning new! Each diamantine grainI fashion like a drop of dew. To trickle soft as rain.
چون ز مقام نمود نغمۂ شیرین زنمنیم شبان صبح را میل دمیدن دہم
From manifesting’s stage when break. My soft, sweet melodies,Even in the dead of night I make. The dawn desire to rise.
یوسف گم گشتہ را باز گشودم نقابتا بہ تنک مایگان ذوق خریدن دہم
Joseph, concealed from sight so long, I have revealed anew,That! may fire the needy throng. His beauty to pursue.
عشق شکیب آزما خاک ز خود رفتہ راچشم تری داد و من لذت دیدن دہم
Dear love, that doth man’s patience try, To dust in ecstasyHath given eyes to weep, and I, The wondrous joy to see
From Zabur-e-Ajam (1927) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan
