نہ پیوستم درین بستان سرا دلز بند این و آن آزادہ رفتم
I never got attached to this world, thisFair-seeming garden, and its vanities;
چو باد صبح گردیدم دمی چندگلان را آب و رنگی دادہ رفتم
But rather, lending colour to its flowers,I wandered round it like the morning breeze.
From Payam-e-Mashriq (1923) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan
