Against death's arrows what are buckles worth?
What all the pomps and riches of the earth?
When I survey the world, I see no good
But goodness, all beside is nothing worth.
97. N. Possibly written on the margin by some pious reader as an answer to No. 86.
Weak souls, who from the world cannot refrain,
Hold life-long fellowship with rule and pain;
Hearts free from worldly cares have store of bliss,
All others seeds of bitter woe contain.
98. L. N. Tajrid, see Gulshan i Raz, p. 8, n.
He, in whose bosom wisdom's seed is sown,
To waste a single day was never known;
Either he strives to work great Allah's will,
Or else exalts the cup, and works his own.
99. C. L. N. A. B. I. J. Tarabe, query, takhme? giving a line in metre 23.