پریشان ھر دم ما از غمی چندشریک ہر غمی نامحرمی چند
My each breath blows with griefs many more,My friends share not my griefs anymore.
ولیکن طرح فردائی توان ریختاگر دانی بھای این دمی چند
Yet future can be shaped to large extent,If you know the great price of each instant.
From Armaghan-e-Hijaz (Persian) (1938) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan