Our Beloved Master - His Early Life — Page 109
•oUR BELoVED MASTER• 109 “O Zaid! My eyes shed tears at your loss and a string of tears keeps flowing; But I know not whether you are alive or dead? Zaid! Where should we look for you; have you drowned in the ocean or has the earth swallowed you? Would that I could know if I would be able to meet you in this world or not! As the sun rises each morning, I see you sitting in its sphere; And as it begins to set, I see your image in the golden twilight of the distant horizon and grow restless; Each evening, when the moon comes out, I writhe in your memory at its very sight; And when the stars twinkle in the dark sky at night, I lose my self in imagining you, When the cold wind blows, it strikes my grieving heart like an arrow; And when the gust of hot air blows, it turns on the flame of your remembrance in my heart; I will ride a camel and travel the whole world and look for you in each corner of every country- perhaps I may find you somewhere; If, due to my bad luck, I find no clue of you, then I will lay down my life searching for you; And as I approach death in your search, I shall instruct Qais, ‘Umar, Yaz i d, and Jiblah in my will to give up their lives looking for you. ”