Precious Pearls — Page 107
109 Once those high mansions, the frill and fancy of the masses, Then they were a heap of bricks, full of dirt and dust. Something like a pandemonium erupted all a sudden Death was calling everywhere and there was restlessness. Many a town and hamlet were buried under mounts Thousands of people died, departing from the world. The hearts have not softened even after seeing this Sign; Thus, only God knows what havoc do they await now. Those who were called pious, exceeded in malice the most; Is this the trait in memory of the Sheikh of Ghazna 161 ? (435) We tell the people that we, too, are the elect of the pious The sprinkling of revelation from the Gracious falls on us, too. But those ignorant “receivers of revelation” became the first foes; They had a cable from high heavens with respect to disbelief! 162 All Signs came to naught in the presence of their malice The dart of prejudice went right through their heart. They do not see the might of that Coverer of Weaknesses 163 ; Even if we tell them, they continue to play their own tune. O pious ones! Wailing like yours is now totally useless My attestation has come from heavens time and again. (440) It was God’s decree that even you became my enemy Once there were times of such affection and now such enmity! You washed all signs of our old fellowship from heart Being a flower for a long time, you finally became a thorn. Whatever was the relationship between us is now lost, Alas! What came in their heart I am so distressed by it. There is a clamour in the heavens but you are unaware The day was bright but the dirt and dust has increased. A Sign is about to appear a few days from today, that will Cause havoc in the hamlets, towns and meadows; (445) An upheaval shall visit the people through God’s wrath An unclothed one will not be able to put on the clothes All at once, through quakes, they will shake vigorously 164 The people, the trees, the stones, and the seas. In a single instant, this earth shall toss and turn The streams of blood will flow like water in a gulf. Those who possessed white garments in the evening, The morn will turn them like as the trees of sycamore 165 The people and the birds will lose all their senses All doves and nightingales will forget their songs. (450) That time and hour shall be very hard on every traveller They shall lose their way befuddled and out of control. With the blood of the dead, the waterways in the mountains