Precious Pearls

by Hazrat Mirza Ghulam Ahmad

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Precious Pearls — Page 68

70 We abased our self to dust, hoping to find that Belovèd; I live with this yearning  this is my very sustenance. ‘Tis only Thy love in the world  all else is darkness; Thou art my Belovèd  this is the true love. For Thy sake, we blew away our dust-remains 105 ; since We heard that this was the condition of love and loyalty. We ache for the Belovèd  we erased our sense of ego; When I died, it 106 revived me  this is the elixir of life. There are a hundred woes at each step in this love  But what can I do, this is what He has given me! (115) “Not to leave the loyalty  not to break the covenant”, This is what my Ageless Belovèd has told me. Since finding that Belovèd, every house houses a foe  The hearts are turned to stone; this is the fate and fortune. They try to scare me  keep coming back to my door  They show the axe and sword  such is the case around. On Belovèd’s path, this heart is afraid of no one  The whole world is smart  this is the crazy one. What do I tell you of my tales on this path? These are Squabbles of grief and pain; this is the whole story. (120) With heart turned to pieces, I still desire one vista  Don’t you call me mad  this is true sagacity! O my Soul Mate! Pray render this grace Thyself  Say not: “You can’t see Me”, this is my wish from Thee. What’s this separation done? Life is in constant chaos; That where the lovers die, this is that field of martyrs 107. Thou art fully Loyal  the fault of staying away is ours; Even obedience is done partially  this is the curse on us. Thou art Faithful, my Love  Thy covenants are all true But we stood far away; this is the place of wailing. (125) We honoured not the covenant; we fouled the friendship; But Thou art Clement  this is what was revealed to us. O Remedy of my heart! Parting from Thee is painful  That thing they call Hell, this is that deadly thing. The grief for Faith has totally consumed me  This is the stone that rests on the breasts of foes: “How can he be ruined  how can he perish?”  This is what the brute enemy of truth thinks. Such times have come that have caused such ruin  The thing that grinds the Faith  this is that mill. (130) How do I tell the freshness and charm of this Faith? All others have dried up  this is the only one green.