Classic Poem

See two mountains now encounter one another,
One the Moguls, and the other the Pathans.
Such the violence of their shock,
That men's hearts are trembling still.
Wise art Thou, O God! far-seeing,
Cause and effect are known to Thee;
Thou the Physician art, Thou knowest,
Though I know naught of ills or cures.
All that happens is by Thy order,
Whether it be right or wrong;
Thou alone canst bear such troubles,
Such as pass a Monarch's strength.
Streams that last year flowed with water,
Like Jihoon roll this year with blood.
In every matter thanks are due to Thee,
Better submission than repining.