Dard, meaning ‘the pain of love’, was the nom de plume of Khwaja Mir, who was born in 1720. At the age of 28 Dard abandoned the world to become a Dervish. He was then a model of sobriety and culture. Like a true Dervish he was always contented and perfectly resigned to the will of God. When his father died, he succeeded him as the head of the Dervishes and became renowned for his saintliness. He lived in Delhi, but did not take part in the life of the Court. As a Sufi poet he has had no equal in India. His Divan in Urdu is considered one of the jewels in the crown of Urdu poetry. He is unrivalled in the shorter metres, and his verses contain the quintessence of all that is sublime and sweet. He died in 1786.

I have seen the manifestation of Thy glory
On every hand in every lovely thing.
Whatever virtue I have heard of in Thee,
I beheld direct in man.
Whether it be the school or the church,
The Kaaba or the Hindu temple,
We are all but guests
And Thou the master of the mansion.
If thou seest a stranger,
Behold in him a friend;
If thou seest a slave,
Behold in him God Himself.
Though my prayer cannot penetrate Thy immensity,
Yet canst Thou enter my heart
And take up Thy abode in it.
If there is light in the eye of thy intellect,
Then wilt thou see His manifestation
Whithersoever thy gaze may turn.
When I was without vision,
I looked about me and beheld everything;
But now that my eye has opened,
I see nothing at all whatsoever.

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