دل بی قید من در پیچ و تابیستنصیب من عتابی یا خطابیست
My heart not prisoned is writhing with pain,Is he destined for a prize or a sheer disdain.
دل ابلیس ھم نتوانم آزردگناہ گاہگاہ من صوابیست
I wished not to hurt the Satan’s heart too,So often my sins—God bless—were true.
From Armaghan-e-Hijaz (Persian) (1938) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan
