نم اشک است در چشم سیاہشدلم سوزد ز آہ صبحگاہش
Yet tears moist vivid in jet black eyes,My heart thus burns from his morning sighs.
ہمان می کو ضمیرم را برافروختپیاپی ریزد از موج نگاہش
That burnt my conscience was the sole wine,Flowing with his gaze like wavelets fine.
From Armaghan-e-Hijaz (Persian) (1938) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan