خرد کرپاس را زرینہ سازدکمالش سنگ را آئینہ سازد
The mind turns cotton into cloth of goldAnd turns mere stone into a looking glass.
نوای شاعر جادو نگاریز نیش زندگی نوشینہ سازد
But poets, with the magic songs they sing,Extract a honeyed potion from life’s sting.
From Payam-e-Mashriq (1923) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan