Muntakhab al-tawarikh 22.3.1

22.3.1

From the advice of the holy men may you be informed at least once, that in these two worlds at any rate you are famous for creating dissensions.
Perversity springs from your heart as pride springs from foolishness. Evil arises from your body as rashness does from youth.
You are the moisture of the gullet of hypocrisy, the blast of the forge of tyranny, you are the flower of the garden of inordinate desire, and the mud which befouls the reservoir of the soul.
When present you melt the soul, perchance you spring from the heat of Tamuz; in your ode you scatter snow perchance you are of the breath of autumn.
You like a child seek throughout your life after vain images; from your fancifulness the sorrows of time have made you old in your youth.
Poetry is but a desire, and its metre is like the mirage which is void of water. This breath of life is grief to me, but its savour is better than the water of life.
When your desire becomes collected that fancy becomes enjoyment, when your breathing is harmonious, it becomes a scatterer of pearls.
How long this desire of the imagination? make one breath pearl-scattering in praise of that man whose equal wisdom has not seen even from the beginning, The King of the throne of "Kun" is Muhammad who pitched the tent of dignity by the side of the door of the Protector from the house of Ummahani.
He was a mortal of angelic beauty, a sky with the lowliness of earth. Like the sky he was pure in body; like the Angels he was pure in soul.