The Second of Seven4 – Dawn Breakers

Seeing on every side how the people were deaf to his call, he cried aloud: “Oh, the perversity of this generation! How heedless of the fragrance which that imperishable Rose has shed!”

Arriving at the site of the execution and seeing Hájí Mírzá Siyyid ‘Alí’s beheaded body, he rushed to it. Holding the headless body in his arms, he cried out to the executioner: “Approach and strike your blow, for my faithful comrade is unwilling to release himself from my embrace, and calls me to hasten together with him to the court of the Well-Beloved.”

And as he bowed his head for the executioner’s blow, the dervish’s turban he wore rolled off his head, and he cried out this verse:

Happy is he whom love’s intoxication

So hath overcome that scarce he knows,

Whether at the feet of the Beloved

It be head or turban which he throws!

The executioner’s sword then severed his head.

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