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# Muntakhab al-tawarikh 136.5

Muntakhabu-t-tawārīkh (Ranking, Lowe, Haig) 136.5

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### [136.5](https://indike.org/pramana/in.darkages.general.muntakhab-al-tawarikh~en-ranking-lowe-haig.136.5)

That aged man, whose sins have surely been forgiven by God, now lives in affliction and distress, in I pray, too, that I, bondsman of this world as I am, may by the blessing of that leader of all the pious, attain salvation, that, being delivered from my purposeless pursuits, my wild talk, levity, folly, and futile scribbling, I may reach my “true native land” and abiding city, to meet there my departed wife, children, and relatives, and, above all my son, and that I may be enabled to employ what remains to me of life in some occupation that shall serve me hereafter. Couplet. My purpose is, if it be possible, So to employ myself as to dissipate my grief. And since these lines were written just as the scroll of felicity was unfolding itself, and the blessed breeze of morn was beginning to blow, and the true dawn was just breaking, what wonder if the arrow of my disinterested prayer strikes the target of acceptance through the bounty of the Lord, on whose boundless mercy I have always trained myself to believe, and by whose free grace I have been nourished? Couplet. “He may well unfold the desire of my fortune, for which last night “I prayed, and the true dawn broke.” These complainings are out of place here, but what can I do? My soul and heart are so oppressed with weakness and uneasiness that these few bitter lamentations have escaped from the pipe of my tongueless pen. Please God I shall be excused and forgiven.

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