I said, ‘Thou knowest, O all-knowing Friend
I said, ‘Thou knowest, O all-knowing Friend,
My trouble for thee’. He said ‘Speak not so:
Thy sorrow came; thy sorrow too shall go.’
I said, ‘O light of Truth, when wilt thou spend
Thy radiance?’ Answer heard I, ‘It may be
This will not alway be denied to thee.’
I said, ‘O Merciful, when wilt to me
Show mercy?’ He replied ‘Till that time is
Endure thou patiently my tyrannies.’
I said again, ‘All-seeing, who dost see
How long is pain, behold’st thou not then too
How short sweet joy was?’—Answer’d he anew,
‘Be not thus comfortless, but comprehend:
Ev’n as thy joys, thy sorrows too shall end.’