I pray thee, then

“When you see that beings have fallen, just as you have, into the ocean of existence and are stumbling, unable to walk in a safe direction, because the eye of wisdom– which distinguishes what to adopt and what to discard– for them is closed, is it not better to care for others and to strive for their welfare, you who are in the Conqueror’s lineage?… Here, you should use a great person’s joy, charisma, and strength to shoulder the responsibility of others’ welfare, for focusing only on your own welfare is a trait shared even with the animals.”  ~Je Tsongkhapa

And that made me think of this:

Abou Ben Adhem
by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:–
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said
“What writest thou?”– The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered “The names of those who love the Lord.”
“And is mine one?” said Abou. “Nay, not so,”
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still, and said “I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men.”

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest.

(You can read about the real Abou Ben Adhem, a Sufi saint also known as Ibrahim Bin Adham, HERE.)

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