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DIVINE GOVERNMENT
| The servant of God has no need of any station, | |
| no man is his slave, and he is the slave of none; | |
| the servant of God is a free man, that is all, | |
| his kingdom and laws are given by God alone, | |
| his customs, his way, his faith, his laws are of God, | 1235 |
| of God his foul and fair, his bitter and sweet. | |
| The self-seeking mind heeds not another’s welfare, | |
| sees only its own benefit, not another’s; | |
| God’s revelation sees the benefit of all, | |
| its regard is for the welfare and profit of all. | 1240 |
| Just alike in peace and in the ranks of war, | |
| His joining and parting are without fear and favour; | |
| when other than God determines the aye and nay | |
| then the strong man tyrannises over the weak; | |
| in this world command is rooted in naked power; | 1245 |
| mastery drawn from other than God is pure unbelief. | |
| The tyrannical ruler who is well-versed in power | |
| builds about himself a fortress made up of edicts; | |
| white falcon, sharp of claw and swift to seize, | |
| he takes for his counsellor the silly sparrow | 1250 |
| giving to tyranny its constitution and laws, | |
| a sightless man giving collyrium to the blind. | |
| What results from the laws and constitutions of kings? | |
| Fat lords of the manor, peasants lean as spindles! | |
| Woe to the constitution of the democracy of Europe! | 1255 |
| The sound of that trumpet renders the dead still deader; | |
| those tricksters, treacherous as the revolving spheres, | |
| have played the nations by their own rules, and swept the board! | |
| Robbers they, this one wealthy, that one a toiler, | |
| all the time lurking in ambush one for another; | 1260 |
| now is the hour to disclose the secret of those charmers— | |
| we are the merchandise, and they take all the profits. | |
| Their eyes are hard out of the love of silver and gold, | |
| their sons are a burden upon their mothers’ backs. | |
| Woe to a people who, out of fear for the fruit, | 1265 |
| carries off the very sap from the tree’s trunk | |
| and, that the plectrum wins no melody from its strings, | |
| slays the infant yet unborn in its mother’s womb. | |
| For all its repertory of varied charms | |
| I will take nothing from Europe except-a warning! | 1270 |
| You enchained to the imitation of Europe, be free, | |
| clutch the skirt of the Koran, and be free! |
