Ahmadis and the Aryas of Qadian — Page 61
Hazrat Mirza Ghulam Ahmad as 61 They possess absolutely no shame or modesty in their eyes, They have transgressed—this is the limit. He in whom we believe is All-Powerful and Mighty, He shall demonstrate a sign—this is our hope. To fight with them is to destroy one’s respect, To be comradely with them is mere display. O my dear ones! Do not destroy your good end, Accept this faith dear ones—it is the moon for dark nights. I am tortured by those the savages, My tears are a witness; they know this so well. What shall I narrate of my heart; who shall I tell this anguish to? This opposition is one of pain; this is a calamity on me. The sorrows of faith have killed me; my heart is torn to pieces, Though the Beloved is my Supporter otherwise I would die at this. I have died owing to grief—what do you ask of me? In the eyes of The Beloved this indeed is the condition for loyalty. We shall be ruined if we do not attain Him, We shall bring this about with our tears—it is the heart’s want. Those days have passed that we spent the night in conversation, These are the days for death to attack; this indeed is a sorrowful tale.