[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) › 342 # Muntakhab al-tawarikh 342: CXXXI. Malik of Qumm. Muntakhabu-t-tawārīkh (Ranking, Lowe, Haig) 342 - **Language:** English ### [342](https://indike.org/pramana/in.darkages.general.muntakhab-al-tawarikh~en-ranking-lowe-haig.342) He was supposed to be the king of words. He lived the life of a darvish in the Dakan, and his eyes were seldom free from Come not to ask how I fare, since there is no hope of my recovery. The desire to see me die is no sign of love. So ardently do I desire speech with thee that I cannot keep silence, despite my wretched plight. Thou art with my rival and Maili pretends to ignore it, with an ignorance which is not less than a hundred regretful glances.” “I feign to be free from my longing for her, that this wile of love may make her less scornful of me.” A hundred times have I been grieved by her and again made peace with her, but that moon-like beauty recks not whether I be at peace or at war with her.” “What has happened that thou passest by Maili with fierce shyness? Perchance thou art in fresh pursuit of other game.” “O Maili, that one with the wonder-working breath of ‘Isa comes to thy pillow, one who had been dead for a hundred years would rise up in joy at her coming.” “I expected thee, faithless as thou art, to abide by thy compact, in the great simplicity of my heart I expected this.” tears. It is said that at the time of the massacre of the foreigners by the Dakanis he followed the direction of those foreigners who inhabit the land of non-existence. The following verses are extracted from his works:— “The edge of the sword of testimony has brushed away the dust of dissension, Fire-worshipper, Christian, and Muslim are all killed by one dagger.” “The inmost parts of the cold-hearted are cut to pieces, And salt is then sprinkled on the wounds in their hearts.” “Thou, with thy sweet smile, art balm to wounded hearts, But thy eyelashes are a sharp lancet to the liver.” “The wine of love is not suited to the capacity of intellect, Thou that pretendest to knowledge art no tiger of our forest.” “The cloud of the eye waters thy narcissus, The sight of thee arouses no suspicion of cruelty.” “The sword of her cruelty drips with blood, I fear that Malik Will go in search of his reward to the house of the slain.” “The treasury of my imagination is so full of the treasure of the thought of reunion with her that my eyes will not close.” “When the army of well-being comes impudently against thee, O Malik, Thou sayest truly. Thou hast a wonderful figure, my moon-like beauty.” One might say that all these poems are the tumults that are to arise at the last day. (The following verses are by Mudami) : — “My colour's sometimes as the flame of a candle in an orange-coloured lantern, Or perchance like an autumn leaf blown on to the tulip from the north.” 335 “When the account of his grief was finished, He sealed it by dropping on it a tear.” - [Previous: 341.4](https://indike.org/pramana/in.darkages.general.muntakhab-al-tawarikh~en-ranking-lowe-haig.341.4) - [Next: 343](https://indike.org/pramana/in.darkages.general.muntakhab-al-tawarikh~en-ranking-lowe-haig.343) --- Source: [https://indike.org/pramana/in.darkages.general.muntakhab-al-tawarikh~en-ranking-lowe-haig.342](https://indike.org/pramana/in.darkages.general.muntakhab-al-tawarikh~en-ranking-lowe-haig.342) · Pramāṇa