خنک ن ملتی بر خود رسیدہز درد جستجو نا رمیدہ
How happy is the race who wins her goal,Who never took rest for that purpose sole.
درخش او تہ این نیلگون چرخچو تیغی از میان بیرون کشیدہ
See her shine and sheen beneath this sky,Like a sword drawn out and unfurled high.
From Armaghan-e-Hijaz (Persian) (1938) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan