سحرگاہان کہ روشن شد در و دشتصدا زد مرغی از شاخ نخیلی
When all the desert sides were bright from dawn,From tree a bird tuned to a youth in lawn.
فروھل خیمہ ای فرزند صحراکہ نتوان زیست بی ذوق رحیلی
O desert’s son! leave thy tent with haste,You lead a dull life which lacks journey taste.
From Armaghan-e-Hijaz (Persian) (1938) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan