KISMET

Before our births, Kussam, who makes our fate, Ordained us happy or unfortunate, And wrote upon our brow and on our hands The signs that tell to him who understands Our Destiny, decreed for good or ill. So pass the Wise, bending to Allah’s will, Their lives into His mighty hands resigned. One child is cherished; one to hands unkind Is given; one dies in life’s first shining dawn; One longs to die, but Death when called upon Turns from the supplicating voice his ear; One starves in poverty; one is Amir And drives his elephant in lordly state; One lives in love; one girdled round with hate Dwells ever in a bitter world of strife; One in the moment of this earthly life Is ruler, sitting on a regal seat; One crawls a slave, obedient at his feet. And Allah changes all as He desires, He is an artist whom His art inspires: This world the picture He is painting still. But with his share of fate He gave man will To fashion circumstance by its control, To make a path of healing for his soul, To act, to think, to feel aright until He knows his will as one with Allah’s will. Inayat Khan.