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-I take- this as his heart's tribute to the Prophet's
work.
Poetry of such high aspiration, possessing
such beauty and purity, should not be allowed
to remain unknown—in Hyderabad, at least,
where it was produced and upon which it may
serve to reflect some lustre.
In his Rural Lyrics and other Nature poems
we find an expression of the sublime faith of
Hafiz:
'Tis stamped upon the Universe, our Im-
mortality."
And the spirit of Nizamat Jung, I repeat, finds
avenues of approach to the Eternal and brings
him a mystical vision of life :
" Before mine eyes
/ A garden lies
Where blooms Life's mystic flower;
It takes its hue
From Heaven's bright blue
And dawn's first roseate hour.
It drinks the wine
Of glad sunshine
In pearly drops of dew,
Receives a share,
F;rom earth and air
Of fragrance ever new.
The stars of night
Send forth their light
In many a wandering beam;
The moon stoops low
To cast a glow
Round mine enchanted dream." "