The Victory of Islam — Page 36
36 from us as we looked on. As long as we live, we shall never forget the grief of his departure. ب مشچ آ ش ی پ دردمل ہک رگ از � ت ی درد� دبامنم ات ربود ن ی ت س آ ربدارم So much pain inflicts my heart that if I try to stop the flow of tears from my eyes, The tears will stream down my sleeves to the edge of my robe. Sorrow fills my mind and my bosom aches, overwhelmed with grief; my heart mourns and tears begin to flow from my eyes at the memory of his loss. His entire being had become filled with love. The late Mirza Sahib was quite dauntless in demonstrating his passionate devotion. He had devoted his entire life to this path; I do not think he even dreamt of anything else. Although Mirza Sahib was a man of meagre means, in his view, wealth was worth less than dirt when it came time to serve the Faith, which he was constantly doing. He maintained the highest degree of intellectual competence for comprehending the mysteries of divine knowledge. The conviction, overflowing with love, that he held regarding my humble self was a miracle of the absolute power of God Almighty. Beholding him was as delightful as beholding a garden laden with flowers and fruit. He seems to have left his sur - vivors, including his child of tender years, in a greatly distressed, impoverished, and destitute condition. O Lord of unrestrained omnipotence! Be their Provider and Guardian and inspire the hearts of my friends to discharge their obligation of sympathy towards the survivors of this sincere brother of theirs who are left helpless and destitute!