Precious Pearls — Page 97
99 With a hundred thousand gathering in an instant. But it was God’s mercy that I appeared; Had I not come, there would be fire; all peace thus gone. Even the fire came, when after seeing so many Signs The people called me a liar and an evildoer. It is certain that the fire shall not go away for some time Unless they repent with great humility and abasement. This is not a chance happening that could be cured; all this Doom and destruction is through God’s command. (220) That God Who created man and gave him religion, He is Not willing that faithlessness becomes their business. Without God, piety, righteousness, honesty and purity, This base world is a wilderness where plague preys upon. Don’t fall victim to the plague; pray become fully virtuous; This faith by the tongue does not come to any use. If you are unafraid of death, pray take mercy on the children; Follow the path of peace and do not take to the wilderness. O dwellers of the wilderness! You are surely not human! Some are foxes, some swine, and some are snakes. (225) Pray change these hearts Thyself, O my Mighty God; Thou art the Lord of all the worlds and King of all. For Thee, destruction or construction are not impossible; To break or join are both in Thy sway. Thou can mend broken affairs through Thy grace and After fixing, Thou may break them at once into pieces. ‘Tis Thou Who fixes things, and breaks what it is set None can work out Thy secrets how hard one ponders. Whenever a heart is afflicted by the darkness of sins, It’s not illumined without Thee though a thousand suns may rise. (230) The desire for freedom is useless in this world ‘Tis only the captivity of Thy love that may set one free. What heart is that which is void of the tenderness of love? A heart is that which is restless without the Unique Belovèd. The first step to being a dervish 135 is the denial of self Thus, topple over this self for the sake of the Belovèd. The fruit remains bitter until such time that it ripens It is the same with faith until the love becomes perfect. The hunger for Thy Face made the heart topsy-turvy; O my Exalted Eden, shower the fruits upon me now. (235) O God, O Healer-of-the-pain, pray save us Thou O Balm-of-my-wounds, pray look at my injured heart. We have seen strange fruits of Thy love in the garden Such “apples” and “pomegranates” are gained with effort.