دلی چون صحبت گل می پذیردہمان دم لذت خوابش بگیرد
The friendship of rose a heart likes when,To sweet dream tastes, he loves only, then.
شود بیدار چون ’’من‘‘ فریندچو ’’من‘‘ محکوم تن گردد بمیرد
It wakes up when he is conscious of I,When ruled by senses his Ego would die.
From Armaghan-e-Hijaz (Persian) (1938) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan