Muntakhab al-tawarikh 26.3

26.3

Thy wrath drives out the pride of tyrants from their heads, by means of the point of the sting of a mosquito not by the advanced guard of an army.
If the drops of the bounty of thy nearness distil upon the palate of my heart, say to the clouds of supplication “Do not rain” and say to the tear of hope “Do not fall”
I am fulfilled with thy bounty like a pearl in the cloudy weather
Not like the wine flask which comes forth from the assembly after yielding the benefit of its fulness
I have attained the dignity of eloquence from thy consent
By thy help it is that this joyful sound has been placed in my hand by destiny
How long shall I utter cries of grief round the carpets of Empeors, because at thy door there is a sustenance-gaining world free from vexation
Wine which gives you a headache is better cast on the ground
A carpet if it be of silk is more fit to be burnt than thorns
he ordered Abraham to be brought before him, then turning towards him he said, Oh Abraham, bid your God to come with His army, and array himself against me in battle so that the one who conquers may have the upper hand. Tomorrow, that is Wednesday, we will arrange the battle field before this city, and test man with man.
Then having reviewed his army he came out from the city with a countless array, and drew up in line on the battle field.