Muntakhab al-tawarikh 154.7

154.7

When the time comes for speech what need is there of a letter? If you remain at home, it is light, and if you come it will be light upon light. I swear by God that I have constrained myself to forego this wish and that I have not of my own accord given any intimation of my desire, nor shall I do so. I hope that you will not vex yourself further regarding this matter. But if I had wings I would sit daily on the roof of your chamber and would gather the grains of your affectionate discourse, trilling forth the song of my desire. What more shall I write? Your pearl-like apparitions are few and far between. I pray you for God’s sake close not the road against the caravan of my secrets. If it is closed from your side it shall not be from mine. Greetings! I send supplications to the Alexander of the throne of holy poverty, Miyan Bahlul. In the past two days what is expressed in the following quatrain has come to pass in a certain connection:— Quatrain. Faizi! Old age is upon thee, walk circumspectly, Let each step that thou takest be such as may be approved. Through spectacles of glass thou wilt perceive naught Tear a bit from thy heart and place it on thine eyes.