یکی از حجرۂ خلوت برون یبباد صبحگاہی سینہ بگشای
Leave thy solitude cell for a while please,Ope thy bosom thus from the morning breeze.
خروش این مقام رنگ و بو رابقدر نالۂ مرغی بیفزای
For a tempo to world’s hustle and thrill,Raise thy tune and tone to song bird’s trill.
From Armaghan-e-Hijaz (Persian) (1938) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan