{"collection":"Islam","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/isl/spa/spa21.htm","path":"isl/spa/spa21.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/isl/spa/spa21.htm","text":"Selections from the Poetry of the Afghans, by H.G. Raverty, [1868]\nEither the \u1e25inn\u0101\u00a0* hath been unto thy white hands applied,\n Or they have been made red in the blood of thy lover.\nI am unable, O dear one! to endure thy glance's fire;\n For I am weak, and infirm, and powerless, altogether.\nThose languid eyes of thine have many in misery plunged:\n It would be well, my beloved! shouldst thou their tyranny restrain.\nThy stricken ones, without union with thee, revive not again,\n Though Ab\u016b-Sin\u0101\u00a0\u2020 himself to prescribe for them should come.\nThose sable locks of thine are like unto spring's lowering clouds;\n And from them shineth out thy countenance, like the sun.\nThy fascinated ones are entangled in the noose of thy ringlets;\n But the wise bird upon the net can no confidence place.\nThe equal to thy beauty is not in the wide world to be found;\n Whilst my poor heart breaketh at the affluence thou enjoyest.\nThou art celebrated throughout the world for thy benevolence too;\n Wherefore, then, givest thou not ear unto Khw\u0101jah's complainings?\nSeparation from thee, O my friend! hath made me so disconsolate,\n That naught in me remaineth, but misery and woe!\nThe ensanguined tears chase each other down my cheeks\n My heart is rent to atoms, and my breast is all consumed.\nThe clear colour of my face dependeth upon thy existence;\n And now, without thee, it is colourless, and tinged with blood.\nI was unacquainted with the world's profits and losses\u2014benefits and ills:\n By the sight of thyself, without wine thou didst inebriate me.\nThough I yearn and long for it, I cannot procure it in the world:\n The rapturous sight of thee is become unattainable to me.\nI become immersed therein: at times I sink; at times I rise again;\n But out of the vortex of the ocean of thy love I cannot emerge.\nThe whole country unto me hath dark become without thee;\n O thou, the bright sun among all saints and holy men!\nThou art a mighty river, in waves and billows rolling;\n But no one drinketh one mouthful from the mighty stream.\nMy mind will not become comforted by any other person,\n Than by thee only; O thou, of all poles now the pole\u00a0* unto me!\nI was wont to say, that in life we always together should be;\n For I was utterly ignorant regarding the dread torrent of death.\nThe extent of thy goodness, my beloved! was beyond computation;\n For thou didst not, from the veil, thy countenance to any one show.\nThou wert the altar of the aspirations and exigencies of all!\n For at the threshold of the Highest, acceptable were thy prayers.\nI would relate unto thee the wondrous works of the ravishers of the heart,\n But I know naught concerning it\u2014they abstract it from my breast.\nI will bear whatever cruelty the beloved may heap upon me:\n God forbid that any one recreant unto love should be found!\nI obtain no relief, even though in her service my life I lay down;\n For my heart still reproacheth me, that I have not done enough.\nThere is no such cool water, whereby my thirst shall be quenched;\n And I shall thus wander, with breast on fire, till time shall end.\nI shed floods of tears, but she showeth no sympathy towards me:\n Let not any one, O God! a mistress have, so cruel and unkind!\nThis also, both high and low, great and small, will understand\u2014\n When doth any one, without being ailing, unto the physician go?\nThe afflictions of the sick they increase: there is no cure for them;\n For there are no skilful physicians remaining: they have all left the land!\nHappy are the whole and the healthy, that need not medicine;\n For those, with this malady afflicted, obtain no ease to their pain.\n\"I have meted unto every one his destiny,\" so the \u1e32ur\u2019\u0101n saith:\n Who then shall change the lot He unto Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad assigned?\nShouldst thou become the possessor of the world's throne and sceptre,\n Be not arrogant! for in the end thou wilt be plundered and despoiled.\nAll will be equally on a par, one with the other, after death,\n Whether it be the beggar, the wealthy man, or the prince.\nSince thy place, at last, is the dark earth beneath,\n Manifest neither gladness nor predilection for the world's affairs.\nIt will become shattered to atoms by the stones of death,\n To whatever degree thou mayest the body's glass vessel guard.\nIf thou considerest it thy duty, the necessities of the poor to relieve,\n The Almighty will never let thee be under necessity unto any one.\nWhen a friend presenteth himself, show thy bounty to the utmost;\n Since there are merely these five days of existence for thee.\nAdorn thy piety by good actions and praiseworthy deeds;\n For a bride without adornment and jewels \u2019tis unusual to see.\nThe whole of this darkness shall be expelled from thine heart,\n If thou lightest up within it, the lamp of love divine.\nWhen are such things brought about by armies or by legions,\n As are accomplished by the fervid enthusiasm of love?\nIf the lover be small in stature, but be great in heart,\n Then of what use is \u00c6\u0101j's gigantic stature unto him?\u00a0*\nLove hath brought dishonour, both in this world and the next,\n Upon one Majn\u016bn;\u00a0\u2020 upon another Man\u1e63\u016br, \u1e24ill\u0101j's son.\u00a0\u2021\nWhat would the sportsman in the forest know concerning it,\n If the partridge did not acquaint him by so loudly calling?\nThe fame of Kasr\u0101's\u00a0\u00a7 justice hath unto all time remained,\n But tyranny's scar remaineth branded \u1e24uj\u0101j's forehead upon.\u00a0\u00a7\u00a7\nThe unfinished and incomplete woof of the world's warp behold!\n The weaver by no means soever can it to perfection bring!\nIf thou art a lover, of slander and aspersion have no fear!\n But become thou the target of every one's arrow of reproach.\nWhat are the sins of Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad in the eye of God,\n When the ocean of His mercy in waves of beneficence rolleth?\nHow much longer, O base one! for the world's love wilt thou wander?\n Quaff of the inebriating cup of love divine, that both sugar and honey is!\nO thou, its seeker! about the, world to come, that is eternal, be concerned!\n Place not thy affections on the transient world, tho\u2019 all its dust were gold!\nBut the counsel of monitors taketh no effect whatever upon thee;\n For like unto a breast-work round thine heart, is the love of the world!\nHappy the inspired, who are filled with the remembrance of the beloved!\n The general world are unacquainted with the raptures and bliss thereof!\nThe Perfect One's praise is the embellisher of the mouth, if thou art wise:\n Come, polish the mirror of thine heart from the tarnishing dust thereon!\nO, what rapture have those lovers that drink of the wine of love!\n With the beloved, solely occupied, they are free from all griefs and woes!\nCast away, O Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad! both life and goods for it;\n But for a tittle of the perfect saint's pain and affliction pray!\nEntertain not, O brother! great friendship towards the world:\n Dost thou not, the raids of separation, on all sides perceive?\n\u2019Tis to depart and pass away: the world is not thy tarrying place:\n Whether king or beggar, all will certainly to the grave go down!\nWhether the prelate, or the priest, or the accomplished in learning,\n Not one, by any contrivance, shall from death's debt escape!\nThey who are by sanctity inspired, pursue not mundane love;\n With that of the Beloved One, there is no love to be compared!\nSince thou showest such yearning after the world's greatness,\n What is it after all? reflect well, and of thy dear friends think!\nI was calmly reposing in my abode, along with my beloved,\n When the horsemen of separation carried me hand-bound away!\nAll my loved ones, from time to time, have been taken from me:\n The tablets of my heart have been blotted all over by grief!\nI, Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad, in bereavement's flame, consume;\n Hence sighs and lamentations, irrepressibly, issue from my mouth!\nSince He created thee for well-doing and virtuous actions,\n It behoveth not, O man! that thou shouldst evil commit.\nUnto the Creator, day and night, render due meed of praise:\n Let it not be that thou for a moment fail in doing so!\nUpon the throne of contentment sit, and a sovereign become;\n And under what obligation wilt thou then, to lord or chieftain be?\nThe world's duration is but short: it will soon pass away!\n If thou art anxious as to thy award hereafter, now is thy time!\nBe prudent, and do not the world's transient pleasures pursue!\n Let it not be that the prosperous be ruined by the adverse.\u00a0*\nThe torrent of death hath carried whole peoples away;\n Then what stay canst thou make upon the face of the flood?\nThou wilt be awakened, at last, by the herald's summons,\n Notwithstanding thou mayest upon the softest couch repose!\nIn no way shalt thou be able the toils of death to escape,\n Even shouldst thou with seventy thousand screens thyself surround!\nSince sweet existence is ever melting like unto snow away,\n How much longer, with harp and rebeck, wilt thou revel and rejoice?\nSometimes the green corn is cut down; sometimes the ripe:\n What dependence canst thou place, then, upon youthfulness or age?\nFear, O Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad! fear, fear for thyself!\n There, what answer wilt thou make, if the Almighty question thee?\nThe hopes of Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad are upon Thy mercy placed:\n If Thou rebukest him he hath not the power to reply!\nIf thou takest into consideration the many favours of the Almighty,\n When wilt thou be able, for even one of them, fitting thanks to return?\nOne of the favours He hath bestowed upon thee is Isl\u0101m's true faith:\n The other, that He hath placed thee the great \u1e24um\u0101's shadow\u00a0* beneath.\nLet it not happen, that in the end, thou shouldst lament about that,\n For which, like the nightingale, thou constantly sacrificest thyself.\nThe world shall embrace thy feet and thy hands with affection,\n If thou make thyself the dust of the feet of holy men.\nThou shalt, at that time, attain unto the object of thy wishes,\n When thou shalt make thy life and goods an oblation unto them.\nIt behoveth thee to consider each respiration as the last;\n For death many people hath homeless and desolate made.\nMankind come into the world, and soon from it depart:\n How canst thou then place any hope upon this transient abode?\nBut I will eschew even the sovereignty of the world itself,\n If Thou make Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad a beggar, at his loved one's door.\nIf thou possessest the love and regard of the Almighty,\n Thou wilt tear thyself away both from brother and from friend.\nLike unto Majn\u016bn, thou wilt begin in wilds to wander:\n Thou wilt never take account of the thorns and brambles by the way.\nUntil thou castest not off entirely all thy superfluous flesh,\n O contender in the race! thou wilt never reach the goal.\nDay and night thou pursuest this transient world,\n And hast, O foolish one! turned from the immortal away.\nAt last, He will take away from thee, by force, for ever,\n This borrowed garment,\u00a0* that is so very precious unto thee.\nThe beasts of the field, when grazing, eat not up every herb,\n But thou turnest not away thy face from any one thing.\nUntil it shall be melted the saint-like teacher's crucible within,\n Thou wilt not be able to separate this silver from its tin alloy.\nNotwithstanding, before him, thou mayest the beloved praise;\n Still, thou canst not manhood from the impotent hope.\nI, Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad, am immersed in the ocean of grief,\n If thou, my master! wilt save me from this raging flood.\nGive ear, O brother! unto the request I make unto thee:\u2014\n Be not, by the contemptible deception of the world, led astray!\nBy its deceit, it maketh people despiteful unto each other:\n It passeth around a golden cup with deadliest poison filled.\nThe millstones of fate, round the heads of mankind revolve;\n And some time or other, the turn for thy head shall come.\nBy the severe bridle of fasting, curb the lusts of the flesh;\n For with a halter thou wilt be unable, this steed to restrain.\nThe object of food is to keep body and soul together, and no more,\n Although thou mayest have in thy possession all sorts of things.\nTo clothe the body is necessary, and it behoveth us so to do,\n Though but two or three yards of blanket or of canvas it be.\nThy every breath is a pearl and coral of inestimable price:\n Be careful, therefore, and guard every respiration well!\nLet the whole of thy words be conformable with thy deeds;\n And in no wise in vain and foolish conversation indulge!\nTell me what extent of torment thou wilt be able to bear;\n And commit no more sin than may be equivalent thereunto.\nBy the rain of spring will become all saturated at last,\n The paper dress in which thou mayest have clothed thyself.\nUnto the money-changer, its exterior and interior will be known;\n Notwithstanding thou shouldst, with gold, brass ever so enwrap.\nThe bead of this arrow will not come out from thy bones,\n Until thy flesh shall have been by the sharp diamond incised.\u00a0*\nIt was because he made use of words of arrogance and pride,\n That Satan himself was wholly from God's mercy debarred.\nWithout doubt, all good and all misfortune are from the Almighty:\n Wherefore then unto doubt, givest thou a place in thine heart?\nIn thy ways indeed, thou art still more silly than children,\n Even now that thy years are beyond forty and fifty passed.\nShouldst thou drink one mouthful from the cup of love,\n Like unto Khizr\u00a0\u2020 and Mihtar Iliy\u0101s,\u00a0\u2021 thou wilt never die!\nI am filled with terror and dismay, beyond all bounds;\n For the Tempter waylayeth me before and on every side!\nI, Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad, am prostrate at thy threshold,\n If thou, O my master! wilt but take me by the hand!\nThe love of the world hath made thee so insensate,\n That thou hast wholly forgotten the duties of religion.\nLike unto the cat, thou art ever upon the watch:\n Thou art of no use soever to any one, save the rat.\nOutwardly, thou hast clothed thyself in sanctity's dress,\n O deceiver! thou vender of barley, but shower of wheat!\nWhen the opportunity hath passed away, then wilt thou grieve;\n And when the cup of death shall be given thee to quaff.\nThou hearest with thine ears the cries of the outcast;\n And the cries at thy decease too, shall reach others\u2019 ears.\nMankind He hath created to walk in righteousness\u2019 ways:\n Thou art not a beast; then not sinfully, but worthily act!\nWhen thou leavest the body's house, take viaticum with thee;\n For there, O beloved! are no means for obtaining it.\nThou art a pilgrim, and wilt depart: anxious therefore be:\n Bind up thine effects, and reflect upon the long journey before!\nThe path in front the Tempter haunteth: go not alone!\n Arise! search about thee! and thy companions select!\nIf one, even with every effort, cannot the goal attain;\n No man can reach it without striving so to do.\nEvery morning and evening raise thy voice unto God!\n Tears of blood shed in the depth of thy heart's emotion!\nAll other love, save one, is naught but deadly poison:\n From the cupbearer's goblet, then, joyfully take one draught!\nGroan and lament, but so that no one may hear thee!\n Remember thy beloved in thine heart, but with silent lips!\nThe world is black, and maketh man's face so too at last;\n But drink thou the wine of love, and red-faced become!\u00a0*\nWithout anxiety, O Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad! sleep not;\n Since thou hast been by death's repeated warnings apprised!\nI, Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad, am of sins and offences full;\n But, O hider of faults! I place my trust in Thee!\nFrom all ills, shield Thou me, O God, my Protector!\n For save Thee, there is none other, my Protector!\nUnto Thee I have intrusted the affairs of both worlds:\n Of all things, both of faith and country, Thou art the Protector!\nThe flesh and the devil, alas! waylay me everywhere:\n I have no means of escape, save through Thee, O Protector!\nOf the world's calamities and woes, I shall have no dread;\n Since, everywhere, Thou art my shield from ill, O Protector!\nWhen I draw near unto Thee, go Thou before, O my guide!\n For on this road I have no other friend but Thee, O Protector!\nEvery morn I cry unto Thee: with Thee I for union yearn;\n Then, one morn, accept the prayer of my heart, O Protector!\nUpon sinful Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad Thy love bestow,\n That he may ever praise and call upon thy name, O Protector!\nWherefore dost thou not follow righteousness, O my stony heart!\n When thy beloved friends, one after the other, continually disappear?\nO Thou! who hast bound so many loads upon thy back, and set out\u2014\n How wilt thou pass along the path in front, so narrow and confined?\nBurn thyself and become ashes, if thou truly lovest the beloved:\n Draw near, O suitor! learn thou from the moth true love!\nGive up this world! leave it to the negligent and the remiss!\n From heedlessness\u2019 dark film, make thou the mirror bright!\nThe garment's hem of my patron saint, I have, with both hands seized:\n In the conflict with the flesh and the devil I shall conquer perhaps.\nAs the breath of the charmer to the afflicted, such is a sight of thee:\n I will become thy sacrifice, thou anchorite at the loved-one's door!\nLet both my life and goods be an oblation, O mediator! unto thee;\n But the face of the beloved, so beautiful, show thou unto me!\nRivers have overflowed, and distant lands have become flooded;\n But, alas! of thirst I die, at the brink of a mighty stream!\nGive not away, wholly, to sorrow, O Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad!\n For the Perfect One will confer honour upon the servants at His gate!\nUnto the whole and healthy, I am unable of my heart's state to speak;\n And should I not tell it, I am unable its pain to endure.\nTo this degree I am become a reproach all people amongst,\n That I am altogether unable out of my own house of sorrow to go.\nFrom grief, on account of slander, I am fallen, with eyes closed;\n For through shame, I am unable to look any one in the face.\nMy throat hath become so embittered by the cup of separation,\n That I cannot taste aught of the sweetness of this world.\nI cannot make my beloved acquainted with my condition;\n For through fear of the kill-joy, I am unable my case to state.\nI would leave the beloved, and depart to a far distant land;\n But I am unable in any way the bonds of affection to break.\nThe tears of separation flow so continually down my cheeks,\n That I cannot upon my eyeballs retain the image of my beloved.\nLike the tulip,\u00a0* the blood of my own vitals I am ever consuming;\n For I, Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad, am unable, openly, to speak.\nBut I am altogether a recreant and a speaker of falsehood;\n Since, to the love of the beloved, I cannot my life devote.\nI am a complainant against absence: a complainant am I!\n For it separated me, weeping and wailing, my loved-one from!\nMy love is the immortal soul, and I the form containing it;\n And from its soul, the separation of the body is bitter indeed!\nMy very vitals have become entirely consumed in the flames:\n Alas! alas! O separation! what dost thou require of me?\nI am not criminal, that I grieve and complain so much:\n \u2019Tis that my heart is broken, and my breast with fire consumed!\nIf prosperity attend me in all other things, what shall I do with them?\n For without thee, the whole world hath become desolate to me!\nThe anguish of my heart, on thy account, every moment increaseth\n Henceforth of remedy or cure I shall quite hopeless become!\nThe physicians neglected to make her acquainted with my case;\n And, at the Last Day, I will seize them by the collars therefore!\nO Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad! make thou resignation thy daily task:\n Entertain no hope that, from this world, thou shalt constancy find!\nSince according to my desire thou never tamest unto me,\n Say, say, O relentless fate! in what I have offended thee!\nShow thou no yearnings for the greatness of this world;\n For many tribes, at death's wail, have desolate become!\nThose dear friends, who were like spring's flowers unto,\n In the sultry heats of autumn, grew withered, and decayed.\nThey are all now prostrate fallen, the dank earth upon,\n Who, with turbans placed so jauntily, rode their fiery steeds.\nAnd they who were wont upon the couches of the fair to lie\u2014\n Of their deaths, many anniversaries have come and passed away.\nThose youths and fair maidens are now buried in the dust,\n Whose hands were still more soft than even velvet itself.\nThe excellent of their time have passed from the world away,\n Around whom their disciples gathered their discourses to hear.\nUpon what wound of mine will the physicians salve apply?\n For, with the diamonds\u00a0* of separation I am all covered with wounds.\nWhen I call to mind the pleasant meetings of friends so dear,\n I, Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad weep, but not for any crime.\nThe whole of my grief is love for thee, love, love for thee!\n My heart is to atoms broken: it hath become blood, all blood!\nMy very vitals are become gorged with red, red blood,\n Though clothed in garments outwardly white, all white!\nThou inflictest fresh wounds upon me, again and again,\n Altho\u2019 of my former ones unhealed are many, very many!\nThou hast not shown aught of kindness in life towards me:\n Of what use shouldst thou do so, when I die, when I die!\nThou hast expelled me entirely from the garden, my love!\n And the black crows, within it consume the ripe, ripe fruit!\nThy dark tresses have the whole land with fragrance filled:\n Thy curls are as the musk-pods of Chin, all perfume, all perfume!\nThose sleepy eyes of thine are lions, both fierce and ravenous;\n For they bear away Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad unto death, cruel death!\nSince thou art the sovereign over the whole of the fair,\n Inquire after the condition of the wretched and distressed!\nBreak not hearts! for they are rubies of Badakhsh\u0101n\n It is difficult to repair such broken things again!\nMy heart and soul are entirely bound up in love for thee;\n Look then, these thine own heart-bound ones upon!\nThe flowers of the parterre have all revived thereby;\n For the zephyr hath come from the nosegay of thy face.\nWhen they beheld, with their eyes, thy stature and figure,\n The waists of all the adorned ones crooked became.\nThey have deprived me altogether of sense and understanding\u2014\n Those gentle, tender words of thine, so pleasant and so sweet.\nMy head than the seventh heaven shall be higher exalted,\n If thou makest me one of the sitters in thy court.\nLike unto thee, there is none other of disposition so noble;\n Didst thou, indeed, from the angels this nature acquire?\nThe heart of Khw\u0101jah that thus speaketh, hath been carried away\n By the wiles and persuasion of those closed-mouthed ones.\nLife and goods, as an oblation to them, will I give;\n For I, Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad, am the disciple of the fair!\nThey, who were enamoured of the red roses of the parterre,\n Have now the nightingales of grief and sorrow become.\nWith cries and lamentations thou grievest for them;\n Since the roses have all been scattered by autumn's dread blast.\nThey, who were then intoxicated with the flowers\u2019 perfume,\n Have now become requited by separation's dread pangs.\nTheir pastimes and their laughter were apart from the world:\n The world's pleasures and joys became deadly poison to them.\nAs yet, they had not tasted of union's sweet fruit,\n When loving friends became severed in sorrow and grief.\nFor a few short days, the bliss of conjunction they enjoyed;\n But now years of separation have their portion become.\nShould they now flee from destiny, they cannot escape;\n Since grief is the portion of lovers from the beginning of time.\nThe physicians of the age, if they are cognizant of much,\n How are they thus so ignorant of Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad's pangs?\nWith sighs and with groans, I will lament unceasingly;\n For I ever long that the hour of my union were come!\nMany youths and maidens have the dark dust's captives become,\n The fair faces of whom are the source of the grief of our hearts!\nPlace not your hopes upon this transient world, for \u2019tis no permanent abode!\n The whole of us, each in his own good time, shall follow after them!\nThey who were the great men of the land, and possessed the wealth thereof;\n From the world have wholly disappeared, both name and trace of them.\nThey, before whom the poor were wont in humility to stand,\n In the tomb, on their backs fallen, have now mouldered away.\nFor munificence and for justice their names still remain,\n Though H\u0101t\u0324im T\u0101-y\u012b\u00a0*, and Nosherw\u0101n\u00a0\u2020 have long from the world departed.\nNeither by power, nor by entreaty is there any escape from death:\n Happy the sanctified, who are occupied with eternal things!\nMy heart hath become rent to atoms by the diamond\u00a0* of separation;\n For, one after the other, all my dear friends have been severed from me.\nAll must hence depart: for what can Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad hope,\n When holy and venerated prophets have unto the dust gone down?\nFruitlessly in the world thy lifetime thou hast passed,\n Whether it extended unto sixty, or unto eighty years!\nThe fortunate have carried away advantage from it;\n But thou, save evil, hast no other result acquired!\nThe friends of thy acquaintance have all gone from thee;\n And still thou perceivest it not, O man, with open eyes asleep!\nWhen grief and sorrow man afflict, he sleepeth not:\n Art thou a beast, or a man of human parents born?\nThy fathers and grandfathers all hath death cut off;\n And thou, above all others, wilt not alone escape!\nAlive in the world not one will remain behind:\n No one can have taken on himself thy obligations to fulfil!\nThy beard from age is white, and thy back is bent:\n How much longer then canst thou expect erect to remain?\nThy sixty years have passed, and thou art old become;\n Yet thou accountest thyself of the age of fourteen still!\nIf thou art wise, turn devotee, and the world forsake;\n For they who this life choose, are in both worlds free!\nThe veil of scepticism from thy face draw aside;\n And unto the Master's will let thy assent be given!\nBecome thou the servant at the wine-sellers\u2019 door,\n That wine from the cup of love be given unto thee!\nThou One and Only God! unto righteousness direct me,\n That, the straight path upon, I may come unto Thee!\nIf I have evil committed, a rude slave consider me;\n And pardon me, according to Thine own peculiar way!\nWhen man giveth aught to another, again he taketh it;\n But Thou art God, and takest not back thy gifts again!\nO Thou all-possessing Deity! the sinner Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad free!\n For the rich always grant liberty their aged slaves unto!\nThou art the hider of thy servant's sins, O Lord!\n In mercy, of Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad's rend not Thou the veil!\nTHE END.\n328:* See second note at page 195.\n328:\u2020 The name of a celebrated Arabian physician, erroneously called Avicenna in the West.\n329:* Among the three hundred and fifty-six persons who, among the \u1e62\u016bfis, are accounted holy men, nine only are deemed qualified to invest others with authority as teachers: these nine consist of the pole of poles, three poles, and five props, and these nine alone can be deemed perfect teachers or spiritual guides. It is to his spiritual guide, the pole of whom he was a disciple, that the poet addresses the lines above.\n332:* Og, king of Bashan.\n332:\u2021 The name of a \u1e62\u016bfi teacher, who is said to have attained the highest stage of \u1e62\u016bfi-ism, and who proclaimed, \"I am the truth;\" or, in other words, \"I am God.\" The constant repetition of this impious phrase alarmed the orthodox priesthood, and he was therefore seized and impaled.\n332:\u00a7 The name of a Persian king, Cyrus.\n334:* The prosperous here signifies \" immortal joys,\" and the adverse, \"worldly pleasures.\"\n335:* Mu\u1e25ammad the Prophet is probably meant here; but see note at page 137.\n336:* The body, the borrowed garment of the soul.\n338:* It is believed that the wound which a diamond touches will never heal.\n338:\u2021 Elias, said to have been a grandson of Shem, son of Noah.\n339:* To become face-blackened, is to become disgraced; and red-faced, to be honoured and exalted.\n342:* The tulip of a blood-red colour.\n346:* See third note at page 207.\n346:\u2020 See second note at page 201.","title":"Selections from the Poetry of the Afghans: Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad, Bangash: The Poems of Khw\u0101jah Mu\u1e25ammad, Bangash","type":"page"}