They who never thought of Ram[1] are not now allowed even to mention Khuda.[1]

One may return to her home; another may meet and in quire after the safety of a relation;

But others are destined to sit and weep in pain.

What pleaseth God, O Nanak, shall happen; what is man?[3]

After this, Mir Khan, the governor of the jail, arrived. He saw that the Guru's bundle was raised a cubit over his head without any apparent support, and that the horse entrusted to Mardana followed him while he played sacred music on his rebeck. The governor communicated this information to Babar. The Emperor replied that, if he had known the city contained such holy men, he would not have destroyed it. At the governor's suggestion he went to the prison, which was two miles distant. There were Pathan and Hindu women huddled promiscuously together, grinding corn. The Guru had also been supplied with a hand-mill for the same purpose. It is said that the mill revolved of its own accord while he put in the corn. The Emperor addressed the Guru, but he was in a trance, thinking of the slaughter of his unoffending countrymen. On awaking he uttered the following hymn, which, however, is not found in the Granth Sahib:--

[1. The Hindu name of God.

[2. The Muhammadan name of God, which Hindus shrink from

pronouncing.

3. Compare--

God of our fathers! what is man

That thou towards him with hand so various,

Or might I say contrarious,

Temper'st thy providence through his short course,

Not evenly, as thou rulest

The angelic orders, and inferior creatures mute,

Irrational and brute?

MILTON, Samson Agonistes.]

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No one can kill him, O Kind One, whom Thou preservest.

How can Thy praises be numbered? Thou savest countless beings.

Preserve me, O Beloved, preserve me! I am Thy slave.

My true Lord pervadeth sea and land, the nether and the upper regions.

Thou didst preserve Jaidev and Nama, Thy beloved saints--

Thou didst save those on whom Thou didst bestow Thy name-

Thou didst preserve Sain, Kabir, and Trilochan who loved Thy name.

Thou didst preserve Ravdas, the tanner, who is numbered a among Thy saints.[1]

Nanak, who is without honour or family, uttereth supplication.

Extricate him, O Lord, from the ocean of the world, and make him Thine own.