Precious Pearls — Page 98
100 Without Thee, my Soul, this life is but naught; Better than such living is to die and turn to dust. Without Thy grace all worship is but useless All striving and deeds depend upon Thy benevolence. Those who receive Thy grace, they stay far from vices; On the path of truth, their faculties are lined in a row. (240) Those bound in Thy love, they rid themselves of Satan; They who shed their leaves for Thee, they found the spring. The best of all thirsts is the thirst for Thy Face He whose heart is warmed with it, he gained a waterfall. He who cherished Thee, he finally found Thee Whoever has such restlessness, he finally found the peace. Weeping and low-lying wilderness 136 are signs of love How blessèd is that eye that is tearful for Thy sake. No one stays hapless at Thy court the condition being To be patient on the path and give up restiveness. (245) Although I came as a result of Thy command, but alas, Such breeze is blowing that puts a blight on spring. The worldly people fell upon the decaying world What life have they those who eat dead things? Parting from Faith, they finally lost the world as well, No one is in peace without a lover or adoring a belovèd. No hue is better than the hue of God-fearing It is the ornament of faith; it is the adornment of religion. A hundred suns may rise but there’s no light without the Belovèd’s Face Sans Belovèd’s union, this world is a dark, pitchy, night. (250) O my love! Thou art the only Unique One in the world; Those who’re crazy about Thee, they’re the shrewd ones. It is the task of Thy lovers to let go of this world They get paid in cash while others only remain hopeful. Who it is whose deeds are purified without the light of love? Who remains loyal except him whose heart is wounded? Being a stranger, who cares to love another stranger? Who wants to become crazy on this path day and night? Who wants to give up sweet dreams, or food, or drinks? Who wants the thorns of acacia instead of garlands of flowers? (255) It is through love that these perilous wilds can be crossed; It is love that lays its head under a sharpened sword. But great pity! They are inclined towards the world; They who used to say that it was an impermanent place. Whoever you see today, he is keen on mischief making;