Muntakhab al-tawarikh 366.6

366.6

The following few couplets are productions of his brilliant imagination:— “How sweet it is to think that when I am beside myself with love thou wilt come to ask my condition And I shall explain it at length to thee in the speech in which no tongue has part.” “When she saw my tears she concealed her smile: It is clear that my tears are not without their effect.” “In love there is an intoxication which revives tired lovers: In absence there is a subtle delight which even union lacks.” “My moon-like beauty gave her message to the messenger with a laugh: The trace of that laugh still lingers in the message which she sent.” He sent the following qasidah in praise of the prophet from Ahmadabad to me in Atak:— “The scar of love which has been on my heart from eternity Has been changed, by the blessings which even thy absence can bestow, to naught but pain. The flood of fire which my heart in its pain heaved up Has thrown confusion into the temperament of the earth and the age. The remembrance of my grief for thee gives me a taste of sweet sorrow: The flavour of thy absence from me gives me an idea of the sweet savour of death. Happy is he who has set his foot in the path of love, For he enjoys delights without sight, and a love without arts. If thou find thy way to the Laboratory of Creation thou shalt see Both creation in action and love transformed to deeds.