IN THE lightning flash of a moment I have seen the immensity of your creation in my life-creation through many a death from world to world. I weep at my unworthiness when I see my life in the hands of the unmeaning hours,-but when I see it in your hands I know it is too precious to be squandered among shadows.
I.9. na jane sahab kaisa hai I DO NOT KNOW what manner of God is mine. The Mullah cries aloud to Him: and why? Is your Lord deaf? The subtle anklets that ring on the feet of an insect when it moves are heard of Him. Tell your beads, paint your forehead with the mark of your God, and wear matted locks long and showy: but a deadly weapon is in your heart, and how shall you have God?