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THE QUATRAINS OF
288.
Tell one by one my scanty virtues o'er;
As for my sins, forgive them by the score;
Let not my faults kindle Thy wrath to flame;
By blest Muhammad's tomb, forgive once more!
289.
Grieve not at coming ill, you can't defeat it,
And what far-sighted person goes to meet it?
Cheer up! bear not about a world of grief,
Your fate is fixed, and grieving will not cheat it.
290.
There is a chalice made with wit profound,
With tokens of the Maker's favour crowned;
Yet the world's Potter takes his masterpiece,
And dashes it to pieces on the ground!
288. L. N. B. Rasúl-ullah: the construction being Arabic, no izáfat is needed. Lumsden, ii., p. 251. Also ascribed to Zahír ud-din Faryábi.
