Against its own eclipse what avails any Earthly prediction?
Or, upon the death of its Sun, the Moon's malediction?
Spill blood upon the mirror of every Barzakh or Sarhad
Till the Pleiades suckle Ibrahim bin Muhammad.
Envoi-
Prince! Babur's Tawaf of Humayun's cot
or Kumara's of all that can be thought
Being, both, of the hasty sort,
No Veil is but Love has wrought.
or Kumara's of all that can be thought
Being, both, of the hasty sort,
No Veil is but Love has wrought.
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