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# Muntakhab al-tawarikh 363.7

Muntakhabu-t-tawārīkh (Ranking, Lowe, Haig) 363.7

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### [363.7](https://indike.org/pramana/in.darkages.general.muntakhab-al-tawarikh~en-ranking-lowe-haig.363.7)

Thou art a friend of none and hast none for thy friend, Thou hast, alas, no bosom friend to sympathize with thee, To show thee what thy faults are Or what it is (in thy verse) that thy auditors criticize.” When I was writing this memoir and asked Nishānī for some of his verses as a memorial of him he wrote me the following letter:— “Having made the jewels of the mines of holy poverty and humility and the gems of the oceans of despondency and restlessness, which the jewellers of the workshop of yearning and the ocean rangers of the handicraft of taste have washed with the limpid water of sincerity and threaded on the string of supplication, a sacrifice to the joy-giving footsteps of that incomparable one of this age, that miracle of the mercy of Providence, whose heart, with its knowledge of hidden mysteries, is as a world-displaying cup to prudent searchers after truth, and the mirror , shall I complain of the power of the spells of this old enchanter sitting on a throne, wearing a patched robe, and turning round lofty temples, who has, by the power of his magical incantations, brought the whole universe, from the fish to the moon, into his blue glass bottle, and, having closed the mouth of that bottle with wax from the candle of the moon, has sealed it with so many thousand seals that the foot of flight has no power to step from within it, and there is no hope of the hand of any helper from without reaching those within ?

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