XLIII: Gentle breeze of the morn! shouldst thou pass…

Gentle breeze of the morn! shouldst thou pass over Khairabad,
Or should thy course lead thee by Sara'e, on the banks of the Sind;

Hail them, again and again, with my greetings and salutations;
And with them, many, many expressions of my regard and love!

Cry out unto the swift Aba-Sind with sonorous voice;
But unto the Landdaey, mildly and whisperingly say--

"Perhaps, I may drink, once more, a cup of thy waters;
For, whilom, I was not on Ganges' nor on Jamna's banks."

Of the climate of Hind should I complain, how long shall I cry out?
Whilst the vileness of its water is far more horrid still.

Shouldst thou drink water from a rivulet, it racketh the vitals;
And that of the wells, too, is not free from danger and peril.

Since therein, from hill streams, the cool element is not to be had,
Defend us from Hind, tho' it should teem with all the world's luxuries besides.

Surely, no one will continue in utter helplessness in this world--
The mercy of the Merciful will be shown unto the forlorn, at last!

Of the restoration of the wounded, hope may be entertained,
When the sore, of its purulence, shall become somewhat free.

Once more, O God! delight, by uniting me unto her again,
That heart, which now, from her separated, is rent in twain.

The wise murmur not, neither do they ever demur,
At any stroke of misfortune, that emanateth from the All-wise.

In Hind, O Khushhal! thou wilt not remain for aye;
For the sinner, even, at last, will escape from the fire of Hell!