But, sallow lovers, ye must patient faith still know.
Perplexity is ours to bear; ’tis his to own hard heart;
Shed he our blood; what sin? He’ll not pay murder’s smart.
To die’s hard, after all; but remedy there’s none;
How, then, to crave a remedy? The evil’s done.
Last night, in dream, a warder, from my love’s abode,
Made sign to me, and said: ‘This way! Hold thou my lode.’”
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It is related that, after his death, when laid on his bier, and while he was being washed by the hands of a loving and beloved disciple, while others poured the water for the ablution of Jelāl’s body, not one drop was allowed to fall to the earth. All was caught by the fond ones around, as had been the case with the Prophet at his death. Every drop was drunk by them as the holiest and purest of waters.