مرا تنھائی و آہ و فغان بہسوی یثرب سفر بی کاروان بہ
Let me sob and sigh in a lone retreat,How fine the Yasrib lines with no joint seat.
کجا مکتب، کجا میخانہ شوقتو خود فرما مرا این بہ کہ آن بہ
How odd a college looks to pub of thrill,Tell me is this better or that one still.
From Armaghan-e-Hijaz (Persian) (1938) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan