Invitation to Ahmadiyyat — Page 350
350 دنچ زُجا�ی�اےم امندنتس تش ذگب رمع ہب ہک در�ی�اد ِ ےسک حبص منک اشےم دنچ ٖ س ُ مَن ْ خَاف َ عَلٰی نَفْسِہ ِّ ي وَالْکَ وزدنیگ رااابتعر ے ےن. ت � � ی � ن � �ی� ا راا اسےس مکحم ن ہک د� واالَّسلم. ْرِہٖ. ي مِن ْ اٰفَۃ ِ غَ My master and father, Peace! With tender obeisance and due humility, I submit that I can see with eyes wide open that every year some calam - ity overtakes countries and towns and separates friend from friend and relation from relation. Alas, these calam - ities, these tragedies, produce not the wail and woe they should. Seeing all this, my heart has turned cold towards the world and my face has become pale with fear. Often do I remember the two lines from Sheikh Mu s li h ad-D i n S a di of Sh i r a z and my tears flow when I do so: Depend not on this transient life; Think not you are safe from the sport of passing time. The two lines out of the verse of Farrukh of Qadian [a pen-name used by the Promised Messiah as in his early years] also act as salt for my wounded heart: Young one, set not thy heart on this mean world; The moment of death may come suddenly. Therefore, I desire to spend the rest of my life in solitude,