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(Bang-e-Dra-114), Khitab Ba Jawanan-e-Islam.
These are Golden words by Dr Allama Iqbal.
Khatab Ba Jawanan-e-Islam
Address To The Muslim Youth.
https://youtu.be/AwSNPEDGIrw
Sir Muhammad Iqbal  (9 November 1877 – 21 April 1938), widely known as Dr Allama Iqbal, was a poet, philosopher and politician, as well as an academic, barrister and scholar.He is called the "Spiritual Father of Pakistan.” 
Iqbal is admired as a prominent poet by Indians, Pakistanis, Iranians and other international scholars of literature. Though Iqbal is best known as an eminent poet, he is also a highly acclaimed "Muslim philosophical thinker of modern times". His first poetry book, The Secrets of the Self, appeared in the Persian language in 1915, and other books of poetry include The Secrets of Selflessness, Message from the East and Persian Psalms. Amongst these, his best known Urdu works are The Call of the Marching Bell, Gabriel's Wing, The Rod of Moses and a part of Gift from Hijaz. Along with his Urdu and Persian poetry, his Urdu and English lectures and letters have been very influential in cultural, social, religious and political disputes. 
In much of South Asia and the Urdu-speaking world, Iqbal is regarded as the Shair-e-Mashriq, ("Poet of the East").He is also called Mufakkir-e-Pakistan ("The Thinker of Pakistan"), Musawar-e-Pakistan,("Artist of Pakistan") and Hakeem-ul-Ummat ("The Sage of the Ummah"). The Pakistan government officially named him "National Poet of Pakistan". His birthday Yom-e Weladat-e Muhammad Iqbal or Iqbal Day, is a public holiday in Pakistan. 

Have ever you pondered, O Muslim youth, On deep and serious things?
What is this world in which this you is only a broken star?
You came of a stock that nourishes you In the close embracing of love,
A stock that trampled under foot Dara who wore the crown. 
Civilization’s grace they forged to a world-disposing law,
Those folks that came from the Arab sands that cradled their camel-men.
The simple life was the pride they had in their deeds of glorious show.
How does the lovely face feel need of rouge and mole and art?
In pure plain life and in fear of God they lived their modest way.
The rich man stood in no fear of the poor that he gives his wealth in fee.
In short, in words can I tell to you what were these desert men?
Holders, Keepers, Saviours, Adorners of what we call the world.
If I should draw the sketch aright limning the form in words,
The vision I’d draw would be better far than all your fancy paints.
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