ربودی دل ز چاک سینۂ منبہ غارت بردہ ئی گنجینۂ من
You stole away my heart through my breast’s rent:You robbed me of all I possessed in brief.
متاع آرزویم با کہ دادےچہ کردی با غم دیرینۂ من
Whom did you give my yearning’s precious goods?What did you do with my long-cherished grief?
From Payam-e-Mashriq (1923) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan