بہ آن ملت اناالحق سازگار استکہ از خونش نم ہر شاخسار است
I am the God suits to that nation lone,Whose blood’s moisture feels each branch grown.
نہان اندر جلال او جمالیکہ او را نہ سپہر آئینہ دار است
In whose power hids a beauty queer,To him the nine heavens are servants clear.
From Armaghan-e-Hijaz (Persian) (1938) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan