نفس آشفتہ موجی از یم اوستنی ما نغمۂ ما از دم اوست
Our breath is a stray breaker from His sea.His breath makes music in our souls, His flutes.
لب جوی ابد چون سبزہ رستیمرگ ما ریشۂ ما از نم اوست
Grown by the stream-brink of Eternity,We draw the sap from it through our grass-roots.
From Payam-e-Mashriq (1923) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan
