Muntakhab al-tawarikh 5.5

5.5

Thy sword from very fineness of temper weeps tears of blood over thy enemies in the field of battle, What is prepared for thine adversary in either world? There is the torture of hell, here he must weep Lo! one who in the madness of his fear at thy displeasure Seeks to hide himself in a corner and prepares to weep Thy enemies have many manifest and hidden projects But the wound is hidden, the weeping is manifest I believe that this must have come into your exalted mind After all what use is praise to me with weeping When I recite any poem in separation from thee Both the first and last verses weep for anguish. Till lovers pass from excess of grief to endurance and to weep like Wamiq and ‘Azra; May it be thy lot to smile after a happy life, May it be the fate of thy enemies perforce to weep.