Muntakhab al-tawarikh 28.4

28.4

I have made friends with Avarice, like ‘Amid from the lust for blood, and for that reason I have made contentment my enemy.
I have subjected my spirit, which is like a high mettled horse, to the burthen of labour, because of the tyranny and meanness of the heavens, see now what a jade he has become.
127. I have made barren my truth-adorning heart and my jewel-producing nature, without the help of not now only but long ago, This one poem of mine is worth a whole Badakhshan and a hundred caskets of jewels, nay more, every verse of it have I made better than particoloured hair!
Imprisonment has brought me to lamentation, and from the delicacy of my speech you see the joy which I have given in the very midst of my lamentation.
Oh Lord, give me my sustenance from the date-tree of thy favour, I have made the bud of my heart to sing the praises of thy Unity.
Present me with the robe of honour of thy protection, for thy court is my original refuge, lo I have fled to my refuge.
Keep far from the darkness of infidelity, hypocrisy hatred and enmity, that heart which I have embellished with the light of sincerity to Thee.
Keep thou the Sun of Divine knowledge shining within my heart, for I have made my heart the mine of the jewels of true belief.