A hundred wings, in Hindūstān he could not be.’
But going, still, by God’s command, to Hindūstān,
Him there I found, and took his soul with my own hand.”
So thou, good reader, understand, the things of earth
’Tis God ordains. Reflect. ’Twas written ere his birth.75
From whom to flee? From self? Oh! That’s absurd!
From whom to steal? From God? Worse, worse! No word!
The lion now remarked: “The words you speak are true.
But just consider how the prophets, saints, ensue.
What they have wrought hath God blessed, made to prosper still;