اے کہ ہے زیر فلک مثل شرر تیری نمودکون سمجھائے تجھے کیا ہیں مقامات وجود!
Ae Ke Hai Zair-e-Falak Misl-e-Sharar Teri NumoodKon Samjhaye Tujhe Kya Hain Maqamat-e-Wujood!
O man, your stay and show beneath the sky, Is short and brief, like spark, that parts from flame:Who can make man detect this fact so clear, That being of man enjoys high rank and name?
گر ہنر میں نہیں تعمیر خودی کا جوہروائے صورت گری و شاعری و ناے و سرود!
Gar Hunar Mein Nahin Tameer-e-Khudi Ka JoharWaye Soorat-Gari-o-Shairi-o-Naaye-o-Surood
If craftsmanship of man is quite devoid, Of gift and tact the self to form and frame,Alas! such art and music of the flute, Are naught but source of much disgrace and shame.
مکتب و مے کدہ جز درس نبودن ندہندبودن آموز کہ ہم باشی و ہم خواہی بود
Maktab-o-Mai Kudah Juz Dars-e-Naboodan NadhundBoodan Amoz Ke Hum Bash-o-Hum Khawahi Bood
Schools and taverns can no morals teach, Save the fact that you do not exist:Learn ʹto beʹ for you too are a fact, Besides, your ego thus shall long subsist.
From Zarb-e-Kaleem (1936) by Allama Muhammad Iqbal · verified text, Iqbal Academy Pakistan
