LETTER XIII.

Exalted son, Mahammad A’azam, may God protect and save you. It seems you ride very fast. (You rode) so fast that Saiyad, your canopy bearer, fell down on the ground and (soon) gave up the ghost. When you were here before me, you were indifferent and absent-minded. You have seen my manner of riding. Why have you acted contrary to that? (Verse) “Ride slowly and gently, but don’t ride pompously and fast; because a thousand dead bodies are buried in the ground beneath your feet”.