191 6. J Quatrains of 



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95. 



ueh me not lean tor succour, <J Lord, against any man's i 

 Make me not beholden to King or beggar. 

 My black hairs have turned white in Thy. beneficence , 

 Now that my head is white, make me not black with sin. 



96. 



Simple am I, and humble and poor ; 



As thou art proud and arrogant and selfish. 



If thou bid me sit on the fire, I shall obey. 



If I humble myself before thee, thou wilt spurn me 



97. 



O God, had I the wings of a bird 



Every day I would get tidings of thee a hundred times. 



But for this misfortune which constrains me, 



How could I have torn my eyes from the sight of thee ? 



98. 



I am in pain ; my breast is torn with suffering 



A love I have, and an eye wet with tears. 



A love — but what a love ? one which burns the world; 



What is my pain ? — a pain that has no remedy. 



Compare the lines quoted by Dr. R. A. Nicholson 

 in his edition of the Diwdni-Skams-i-Tabriz : 



a 



God hath given a physic for every pain 

 Since the pain of love is old (eternal), for it 

 no remedy hath been found.' ' 



