Precious Pearls — Page 90
92 Has God been deceived and you happen to know my secrets? (75) The one who bases his claim entirely on pretending, If he is endorsed so, then where’s the clarity between truth and sham? Did God forget but you found out the truth? Was He unaware but you saw the critical condition? Mistrust has turned you crazy and blind Or else there were countless arguments for my truth. The darkness of ignorance and the storm of suspicion , When these get together, the faith blows away like dust. What does poison lead to save death and extinction? Mistrust is poison; shun it, O faithful ones. (80) Such mistrusting ones sow thorns on their path; whose Traits do not include modesty, tolerance and patience. This misdeed is the root of man’s misfortune, but Who has the power to change what has been decreed? We are hardy we care not for the malice of others; We have a strong heart we can tolerate the grief. It is not sensible to dare him who is a man of God Don’t lay your hand on lions, O frail and feeble fox! The Noble Master Himself is standing on my path So don’t sit on my path, O mischief mongers of the land. (85) It is God’s Tradition to show the difference Himself So it’s clear as to who is pious and who eats dead things. I see a Supporter of mine behind the veil He has His sword drawn against anyone who assails. If the heedless one was to see that Arm and that weapon, He would lose his senses and forget all his enmity. Is not there a Judge or Justice-maker of this world? Then, where would the mischievous aggressor find escape? Why do you wonder if I’ve come as the Messiah? The spring-breeze itself is laced with the messianic spirit! (90) There is fervour in the heavens for the invitation to truth; The angels are descending upon those with pious natures. The free people of Europe are leaning this way The pulse of the dead has suddenly revived like the living. The men of wisdom are now saying farewell to Trinity They are cherishing the spring of unity once again. Some pretty flower has bloomed in people’s orchard The morning breeze blows excitedly from the garden.