پریشانم چو گرد رہ گذاریکہ بر دوش ہوا گیرد قراری
So scattered I’m like dust of the way,On the wings of storms I cannot stay.
خوشا بختی و خرم روزگاریکہ بیرون ید از من شہسواری
How august and happy would be that day,When a ride is born from my own clay.
From Armaghan-e-Hijaz (Persian) (1938) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan