مرا روزی گل افسردہ ئی گفتنمود ما چو پرواز شرار است
One day a faded rose spoke thus to me:"Our life is as brief as a spark that flies.
دلم بر محنت نقش آفرین سوختکہ نقش کلک او ناپایدار است
My heart grieves at the Artist’s wasted pains.How soon each of His fair creations dies"!
From Payam-e-Mashriq (1923) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan