[Pramāṇa](https://indike.org/pramana/) › [Indian literature](https://indike.org/pramana/in) › [Dark Ages](https://indike.org/pramana/in.darkages) › [General histories](https://indike.org/pramana/in.darkages.general) › [Muntakhab al-tawārīkh](https://indike.org/pramana/in.darkages.general.muntakhab-al-tawarikh) › [Muntakhabu-t-tawarikh (Ranking, Lowe, Haig)](https://indike.org/pramana/in.darkages.general.muntakhab-al-tawarikh~en-ranking-lowe-haig) › 273 # Muntakhab al-tawarikh 273: LX. Saqqa. Muntakhabu-t-tawārīkh (Ranking, Lowe, Haig) 273 - **Language:** English ### [273](https://indike.org/pramana/in.darkages.general.muntakhab-al-tawarikh~en-ranking-lowe-haig.273) His name was Bahram. He was a devotee who believed that he had attained the stage of annihilation. He was one of the disciples of Shaikh Haji Muhammad Khabushani (may his tomb be hallowed!), and was in some measure mysteriously attracted towards God. He constantly traversed the streets of Agra with a few pupils, giving water to the people of God, and while he was thus employed his tongue would be uttering refreshing verses. One of the sons of his religious guide came to India, and to him he gave all that he possessed, and would have given more, had it been possible, and he then set forth on foot, alone and destitute, for Sarandib, and on the way to Ceylon the torrent of annihilation swept away the chattels of his existence and in that infidel land some person guided by a sign from the prophet (the blessing and peace of God be upon him!) appeared, no one knew whence, and arranged for the obsequies of Saqqa, (may God water his grave!) He collected several divans of his own poems and whenever he was overcome by religious ecstasy he would wash the ink from the pages of the divans, one by one, but the remains of his poems form a large divan. The following verses are part of the outcome of his clear and sparkling intellect:— “I am thrown into bewilderment each time I regard the mole on His cheek, I distractedly encompass that spot like the leg of a pair of compasses tracing a circle around its centre. I, distraught as I am, have withdrawn my gaze from fair creatures for this reason That I have in the nest of my heart a Friend of my soul like Thee.” “I have broken the foundations of austerity that I might see what would come to pass, I have sat in the market-place of ignominy, that I might see what would come to pass.” “I see my poor mad heart distracted with the love of Thy face, I see it encompassed on every side with the chains of Thy locks!” “This day from weeping am I plunged in my heart’s blood, Ah, heart! cause not my head to burst this day with weeping.” “The love of that beloved one with garments like the rose has again grasped me by the collar, Ah, now, at last, it has rent my garment from collar to skirt.” - [Previous: 272](https://indike.org/pramana/in.darkages.general.muntakhab-al-tawarikh~en-ranking-lowe-haig.272) - [Next: 274](https://indike.org/pramana/in.darkages.general.muntakhab-al-tawarikh~en-ranking-lowe-haig.274) --- Source: [https://indike.org/pramana/in.darkages.general.muntakhab-al-tawarikh~en-ranking-lowe-haig.273](https://indike.org/pramana/in.darkages.general.muntakhab-al-tawarikh~en-ranking-lowe-haig.273) · Pramāṇa