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408 The days that pass in enjoying them are profitable to my life.

XC

Farid, my dry body hath become a skeleton ; ravens peck at the hollows of my hands and feet ; Up to the present, God hath not come to mine aid ; behold His servant’s misfortune !

XCI

O ravens, you have searched my skeleton and eaten all my flesh; But touch not these two eyes, as I hope to behold my Beloved

XCII

O ravens, peck not at my skeleton ; if haply you sit on it, then fly away ; At any rate, eat not the flesh from where my Lord dwelleth in my skeleton.

XCIII

Farid, the wretched tomb calleth out, ‘ O homeless, come home ! ‘ You shall assuredly come to me ; fear not death.’

XCIV

How many have departed before my very eyes ! Farid, men have different anxieties, and I have mine.

XCV

God saith, ‘ If thou reform thyself, thou shalt meet Me ; on meeting Me thou shalt be happy ; ‘ Farid, if thou remain Mine, all the world shall be thine.’

XCVI

How long shall the trees on the banks retain their place ? Farid, if thou put water into a frail vessel, how long will it remain ?