Selected Arabic Poems of the Promised Messiah (as)

by Hazrat Mirza Ghulam Ahmad

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Selected Arabic Poems of the Promised Messiah (as) — Page 118

118 ُ َّ شَأْنُه ْ جَل ِ الَّذِي هّٰللّٰ ُ بِا وَأَقْسَمْت ُ َّ شَأْنُه ْ جَل ِ الَّذِي هّٰللّٰ ُ بِا ُوَأَقْسَمْت ْ یُکَبَّر شَأْنِي َ ْ و ْ رَبِّي ُسَیُکْرِمُنِي ْ یُکَبَّر شَأْنِي َ ْ و ْ رَبِّي سَیُکْرِمُنِي I swear by Allah, the Lord of glory, That soon God my Lord will vouchsafe honour to me, elevate my station, and enhance my glory. ْ َعِش ی ْ مَن َ ْن َ و ی ِ شَعَرْنَا مَآل َ الْمُفْسِد ْ َعِش ی ْ مَن َ ْن َ و ی ِ ُشَعَرْنَا مَآل َ الْمُفْسِد َشْعُر ی َ ِ ذٰلِك ْ بَعْد ٍ مِن بُرْھَة ُإِلـٰی َشْعُر ی َ ِ ذٰلِك ْ بَعْد ٍ مِن بُرْھَة إِلـٰی I have finally come to know of the destined end of the mischief-makers. And, he who lives for a while will also find them out. ْ شَرُّھُم َ سَبْع ٌ و َ َرْض ِ أَحْنَاش ٌ و ْأ اْل ف ِي ا َ و ْ شَرُّھُم َ سَبْع ٌ و َ َرْض ِ أَحْنَاش ٌ و ْأ اْل ف ِي ا َ و کَفَّرُوْا َ و سَبُّوْا َ ْ و ٌ أَھَانُوْنِي رِجَال کَفَّرُوْا َ و سَبُّوْا َ ْ و ٌ أَھَانُوْنِي رِجَال There are snakes in the world and also beasts, But the worst of them all are those who seek to defame me, hurl abuse at me, and call me a disbeliever. ْر ِ فَکَاثَرُوْا ی مَنَعْنَا مِن َ الْکِذْب ِ الْکَثِ ْر ِ فَکَاثَرُوْا ی ُمَنَعْنَا مِن َ الْکِذْب ِ الْکَثِ ٌ یُّکَرَّر ِ کِذْب ِ الْمَرْء ُّ خِصَال شَر َ ُو ٌ یُّکَرَّر ِ کِذْب ِ الْمَرْء ُّ خِصَال شَر َ و I stopped them from uttering so many lies. As a result, they became even more frequent in telling lies; The worst trait of man is to go on repeating falsehood. ِ ِ وَالْقَلْم نَامِل َ ْأ ِّاَل ٌ ل ْل ی َ َ فَو کَتَبْت ِ ِ وَالْقَلْم نَامِل َ ْأ ِّاَل ٌ ل ْل ی َ َ فَو ُکَتَبْت تَهْذُر َ َ و َنَام ْأ اْل ا ٌ تُغْو ِي َد ی ْ تَبَّت َ ُو تَهْذُر َ َ و َنَام ْأ اْل ا ٌ تُغْو ِي َد ی ْ تَبَّت َ و You have written your book and I pity the fingers that have written it; Ruined is he who misleads the people and utters absurdities. ْ ِ حُصِّلَت لِلرِّسَالَة َ الْفَرَاغَة ْف ی کَ َ و ْ ِ حُصِّلَت لِلرِّسَالَة َ الْفَرَاغَة ْف ی کَ َ ُو َ تَزْمُر أَنْت ٌ وَّمَا ُ طَنْبُوْر َك ی ْ ُأَلَم َ تَزْمُر أَنْت ٌ وَّمَا ُ طَنْبُوْر َك ی ْ أَلَم How is it that you had time to write this book? Were tambourines and other musical instruments no longer available to you?