Ahmadis and the Aryas of Qadian — Page 67
Hazrat Mirza Ghulam Ahmad as 67 O the beloved of my life grant favours from thyself, Say not ‘You cannot see me’ this is my wish from Thee. What is this separation, it is the essence of life, Where the lovers die—this indeed is Karbala. Your sincerity is complete, it is us who possess the shortcoming of distance, Our strength is also insufficient—this indeed is the calamity upon us. You possess sincerity O Dear One! All your promises are true, We fell to thy threshold, this is the occasion to lament and cry. We are the ones who did not care of the promise and introduced a hurdle in friendship, But You are the One Who Blesses—this is what has become clear to us. O the remedy of my heart! Separation from you is burning, What they call hell is this very injury to the soul. The anguish of religious calamities eats away at me, This indeed is the largest stone cast from the enemies onto my breast. How should he be destroyed, why should he meet his end? The wrongdoer, the enemy of truth—this indeed is what he thinks. Such times have come that have caused such ruin— The thing that grinds the Faith—this is that mill.