Muntakhab al-tawarikh 30.4.1

30.4.1

Such priceless blood of my friends has the earth swallowed, that it is my right to demand from the Earth the blood-money for my friends. If it were possible for those who sleep in the dust to arise, I would devote the remainder of my life to secure the existence of my friends. It were a pity that the eye should have its pupil always with it, and yet that its friends should be out of sight! How can one bear to look at others instead of one's friends. My friends are gone; How can I embrace a stranger? How can I clothe any other person in the mantle of my friends? I will place their dust in my eyes (as a collyrium). How can it be right that the dust of my friends' feet should be so little valued? In desire for my friends, even though they sever my head (from my body), still the desire for my friends will never be severed from my head. Oh my King! whenever thou biddest me I will tear my garment of life to the very edge in mourning for my friends. My life has been torn to shreds in a hundred places through grief, how can it be right that I should tear a shred into shreds for the sake of my friends? My friends have gone; of whom are you talking? Once for all bring your speech to an ending and breathe a prayer for my friends. [Always remember the departed, especially at the time of prayer, Because nothing shows you the way to mercy save the guidance of prayer].