Classic Poem

On every side are flowers, the Anemone, Narcissus, and Hyacinth.
Foolish in his design who would go elsewhere than to the garden.
Some there are who with ample provision set out in search of Thee.
Others are they who seek Thee with but a cloth girt round their loins.
In Judgment mayest Thou, O God, test severely each man's practice.
For now Thou art kind to my foes, but to me Thou art hard as stone.
All the armies of Delhi have come intent upon my death,
Yet art Thou not yet resolved on Khush-hal's death: Thou hast compunction.