LXIV: Whether it is the wise man, or the…

Whether it is the wise man, or the ignorant--the honest man, or the robber,
I do not see any one a true colleague united with me in my task.

A sincere friend in distress, I cannot discover throughout the land;
For people merely give the empty consolation of their tongues.

Like unto the ants, directed towards the grain are the steps
Of those who favour me, with their coming, and their going.

Did not these ants entertain the hope of obtaining a store,
They would never make any journey in that direction, at all.

Abandon not thine own stricken mountain-land, O Khushhal!
Though blood is, at every footstep, and in every direction shed.