سحر می گفت بلبل باغبان رادرین گل جز نہال غم نگیرد
"O gardener", said the nightingale one morn,"No plant but grief has this soil ever borne.
بہ پیری میرسد خار بیابانولی گل چون جوان گردد بمیرد
The rose dies as soon as it reaches youth;To a ripe old age lives the desert thorn."
From Payam-e-Mashriq (1923) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan