Seerat-i-Tayyiba — Page 15
15 Thou hast kept concealed, Then, O my God be pleased To deal with me On the basis of that Love If only for a moment Reveal that secret, O Thou that cometh Towards everyone That tries to seek Thee; O Thou who knoweth the innermost Fire which burns in my heart; In the name of all those Sweet relationships I have with Thee; In the name of all those Kinds of Love I have cultivated In my devoted heart, Come forth Thyself In my defense, O Thou My only shelter and refuge! Inside my heart Thou hast fanned up a fire Of which the searching breath Has consumed everything in it Except Thine Own Self. Illumine my face With the glow of that very Flame, And this dark night of mine Turn into the splendor Of brilliant and pouring sunshine” ( Haqiqatul Mahdi ) The boundless love to which the Promised Messiah has given expression in this most beautiful poem, is so clear and so obvious that it hardly seems to need any comment. The pregnant words of this piece can only be compared to a piece of sponge, replete with water, in its minutest fiber, to a point of saturation where it becomes impossible for a man to make any distinction between the body and the fiber of the sponge, and the water that fills its sacs to capacity. But here in a few words I desire to draw the attention of friends to only one aspect out of many-