Precious Pearls — Page 91
93 I can now smell the fragrance of my Joseph You may call me possessed, but I wait for Him. (95) Everywhere, in every land, idol worship is in decline There is no respect or dignity left for man’s worship. The breeze of Creator’s Unity blows from the heavens; Their hearts are with us though their mouths may utter nonsense. Hark the Heaven’s voice: “The Messiah comes … the Messiah comes” And hear from the earth: “Here comes the triumphant Leader”. The sky rains its Signs the earth says: “It is time” These two witnesses are cheering for me earnestly. Ease and comfort now lie in this garden, O people Come, it is still time, O wanderers of the thorny wilds. (100) This cool breeze now blows after a long time God knows when such days and spring shall come again. O denier! Is there a limit to this falsification? For how long will you adopt the traits of Satan? The base that was laid by the Master of Ahmad’s Community 120 , It is getting completed today, O dear ones in the land. Ahmad’s garden 121 is now home to the morning breeze By whose blowing man hears the Belovèd’s speech. Otherwise, what is that Community, or path, or custom or Faith On which the light of God does not fall like as the sun? (105) My heart is grieved after looking at the spite of people They plan to destroy that pearl that is fit for kings. We are constantly climbing towards a high place But they wish us to be hidden beneath a cave. The light of heart is gone just customary Faith is left; Even then they say: what is the need for a Faith’s reformer. They sing that tune that is sung not by the heavens They have plans that are at odds with those of the King. Alas! They have become a hidden snake for the Faith; They became fattened, but the Faith became weak and frail. (110) My back is bent over with these sorrows, friends, I would have died if the grace of God were not there. He who is restless can understand my own restlessness; He whose heart is wounded can know my own grief. Who cries that the heavens are crying with him? The eyes of the sun and moon darkened with grief 122.