Muntakhab al-tawarikh 26.7

26.7

Thou shewest me mercy at that time when by the intoxication of the wineskin of death both my chin and jaws are cold and shrunken.
When my breath is bound upon the balista of my body like a convulsive, then the stone of the balista of Death strikes my body breaking it as though it were an earthen jar,
Grant me a place at the banquet of thy pardoning mercy, Save on thy rose who has ever seen so becoming a bend?
Perchance thou didst say, Thy face is like the rose and tulip to look upon, the fragrant down on thy cheek is like the edging of a bed of tulips.
Thy cheek was not fit for this, why does it bear its chain, like me who bear my chain in the time of the reign of this monarch.
The world conquering king Najmu-l-Haqq (ally of the truth), he who places upon the hands and feet of meanness a thousand fetters by his generosity.
Wala Muhammad Dalhan, who entangles rebels in the time of war, in the noose of his wrath.
Oh king of the age, by whose auspicious fortune the treasurer of Fate has undone the fastenings of the shell of the mine of prosperity.
Beneath the saddle of the confusion of thy enemy on the day of fighting, each girth of thy saddle becomes sixty-four thongs to bind him.
He is like the opium, provoking quarrels and suspicion, If his opium remains enclosed within the poppy head.