ترا از ستان خود براندندرجیم و کافر و طاغوت خواندند
He drove thee out from the Heavens first,Held thee accursed, kafir and rebel worst.
من از صبح ازل در پیچ و تابماز ن خاری کہ اندر دل نشاندند
From the first dawn I am writhing from prick,Of thorn which you pricked with heart’s each tick.
From Armaghan-e-Hijaz (Persian) (1938) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan