گذشتی تیز گام ای اختر صبحمگر از خواب ما بیزار رفتی
O morning star, you came and swiftly fled,Schocked, I suspect, to find us still in bed.
من از ناآگہی گم کردہ راھمتو بیدار آمدی بیدار رفتی
You keep to your course, always wide awake:Of ours we, sleeping too long, lose the thread.
From Payam-e-Mashriq (1923) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan