The old dastur consulted his star tables,
and said at once, ‘Companions, full of light,
we must depart here for another place,
together in that place there will be peace!’
They all rejoiced to hear what he had said,
full speed they sailed their boat to Gujarat.
But once the boat made headway on the sea,
a most ferocious storm blew up from there.
The dasturs of the faith were all distraught,
as they were cast adrift upon that whirlpool.
They rubbed their faces, crying in God’s presence,
they stood up straight and let their cries come out.
Translation used with permission from Alan William’s text on “The Story of Sanjan”