کم سخن غنچہ کہ در پردۂ دل رازی داشتدر ہجوم گل و ریحان غم دم سازی داشت
Silent rosebud in her heart Had a secret, veiled apart,Suffered countless aches and woes. Buffeted by thyme and rose.
محرمی خواست ز مرغ چمن و باد بہارتکیہ بر صحبت آن کرد کہ پروازی داشت
So she sought, to keep her word, Breeze of spring and meadow-bird.Putting faith in these (yet both, Soared on wing) to guard her troth
From Zabur-e-Ajam (1927) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan
