نوا از سینہ مرغ چمن بردز خون لالہ ن سوز کہن برد
Who sapp’d sweet tone of the birds and buds,Who damp’d old flame of the poppy’s blood.
بہ این مکتب، بہ این دانش چہ نازیکہ نان در کف نداد و جان ز تن برد
On this Maktab and wits how can you boast,Which gave him no bread till he gave up ghost.
From Armaghan-e-Hijaz (Persian) (1938) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan