وفا ناآشنا بیگانہ خو بودنگاہش بیقرار از جستجو بود
Perfidious, cold, aloof, and all the timeIn search of someone, with a restless eye,
چو دید او را پرید از سینۂ منندانستم کہ دست آموز او بود
It flew to Him from my breast as soon asIt saw Him, Whom it must have been tamed by.
From Payam-e-Mashriq (1923) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan
