  I said, ‘Thou knowest, O all-knowing Friend, My trouble for thee’. He said ‘Speak not so: Thy sorrow came; thy sorrow too shall go.’ I said, ‘O light of Truth, when wilt thou spend Thy radiance?’ Answer heard I, ‘It may be This will not alway be denied to thee.’ I said, ‘O Merciful, when wilt to me Show mercy?’ He replied ‘Till that time is Endure thou patiently my tyrannies.’ I said again, ‘All-seeing, who dost see How long is pain, behold’st thou not then too How short sweet joy was?’—Answer’d he anew, ‘Be not thus comfortless, but comprehend: Ev’n as thy joys, thy sorrows too shall end.’
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