Muntakhab al-tawarikh 78.16.3

78.16.3

“Listen O ear to the story of love, The melody of love from the scratching of the pen. My business is love, and my friend is love, The sum-total of my days is love. What can I do? this is in my temperament, From eternity my Destiny is this. For this purpose have they created me, For this purpose have they drawn me forth.” My hope from Court of the Creator, who pities his creatures, is that he will not make me a liar in this my boast; but that he will make me live in the pain of love, and in that same pain make me to die:— “The man, who but for one day has his heart-pain, To him and to me alike may there be good fortune!” A somewhat similar event had taken place prior to this. It was as follows: One of the sons of a Shaikh of Gwalyar, who was related to Shaikh Muhammad Ghous, and was renowned for his remarkable equity and purity, became enamoured of a singing girl in Agra:— “In the darkling west of her tresses she mustered A hundred caravans of moons, and of planets. In the skirt of union and separation she bound The ill-fated and the happy-starred alike. In the circle of her tresses she hid The turban of the circling sphere.”