XXI: Soften, O God, the heart of the guardian…

Soften, O God, the heart of the guardian with benevolence!
Make this Hindu, somewhat of a Muslim unto me!

My patience, make into a sharp sword, for love's sake;
And the marplots, with their own doubts, cut to pieces therewith!

Since the hearts of the fawn-eyed take fright therefrom,
Change the whole of my prosperity to a desert wild!

Apply fire unto the dwelling of my faith and worldly goods!
On this plea, at least, make me a guest, for love's own sake!

Give unto destruction the goods and chattels of my existence,
That may not be illumined with the lamp of the dear one's face!

Either, for me renew the period of union with the beloved,
Or, in separation, let my term of life but a moment be!

Since she acteth, at all times, on giving ear unto my enemies,
Make my friend somewhat ashamed of conduct like this!

My adversaries cast me into the burning flames of separation--
Preserve me, O God! like as Abraham, save Thou me!

O Hamid! to-day, look stedfastly on the face of the beloved;
For to-morrow, thou wilt wring thy hands, and grieve for her.