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PRELUDE IN HEAVEN
On the first day of
creation Heaven rebukes Earth
| Life out of the delight of absence and presence | 115 |
| fashioned forth this world of near and far; | |
| so snapped asunder the thread of the moment | |
| and mixed the hues of Time’s house of amazement. | |
| On all sides, out of the joyous yearning for habitude | |
| arose the cry: ‘I am one thing, you are another.’ | 120 |
| The moon and the stars learned the way to walk, | |
| a hundred lamps were kindled in the firmament. | |
| In the azure heavens the sun pitched | |
| its gold-cloth tent with its silver ropes, | |
| raised its head over the rim of the first dawn | 125 |
| and drew to its breast the new-born world. | |
| Man’s realm was a heap of earth, no more, | |
| an empty wilderness, without a caravan; | |
| not a river wrestled in any mountain, | |
| not a cloud sprinkled on any desert, | 130 |
| no chanting of birds among the branches, | |
| no leaping of deer amidst the meadow. | |
| Sea and land lacked the spirit’s manifestations, | |
| a curling vapour was the mantle of earth’s body; | |
| the grasses, never having known the breeze of March, | 135 |
| still slumbered within the depths of earth. | |
| The azure sky then chided the earth, saying: | |
| ‘I never saw anyone pass so miserable a life! | |
| In all my breadth what creature is so blind as you? | |
| What light is yours, save that drawn from my lamp? | 140 |
| Be earth high as Alvand, yet it is only earth, | |
| it is not bright and eternal as the skies. | |
| Either live with the apparatus of a heart- charmer, | |
| or die of the shame and misery of worthlessness!’ | |
| Earth felt put to shame by heaven’s reproach, | 145 |
| desperate, heavy of heart, utterly annihilated, | |
| fluttered before God in the agony of unlight. | |
| Suddenly a voice echoed from beyond the skies: | |
| ‘O trusty one, as yet unaware of the trust, | |
| be not sorrowful; look within thy own heart. | 150 |
| The days are bright of the tumult of life, | |
| not through the light thou seest spread in all quarters. | |
| Dawn’s light comes from the spotted sun, | |
| the soul’s light is unsullied by the dust of time; | |
| the soul’s light is upon a pathless journey, | 155 |
| roves farther than the rays of sun, and moon. | |
| Thou hast washed from the soul’s tablet the image of hope, | |
| yet the soul’s light manifests out of thy dust! | |
| Man’s reason is making assault on the world, | |
| but his love makes assault on the Infinite; | 160 |
| his thought knows the way without any guide, | |
| his sight is more wakeful than Gabriel. | |
| Earthy, yet in flight he is like an angel; | |
| heaven is but an ancient inn upon his way; | |
| he pricks into the very depths of the heavns | 165 |
| like the point of a needle into silk; | |
| he washes the stains from the skirt of Being, | |
| and without his glance, the world is blank and blind. | |
| Though few his magnificats, and much blood he sheds, | |
| yet he is as a spur in the flanks of doom. | 170 |
| His sight becomes keen through observing phenomena | |
| so that he sees the Essence within the attributes. | |
| Whoever falls in love with the beauty of Essence, | |
| he is the master of all existing things. |
SONG OF THE ANGELS
| The lustre of a handful of earth one day shall outshine the creatures of light; | 175 |
| earth through the star of his destiny one day shall be transformed into heaven. | |
| His imagination, which is nourished by the torrent of vicissitudes, | |
| one day shall soar out of the whirlpool of the azure sky. | |
| Consider one moment the meaning of Man; what thing do you ask of us? | |
| Now he is pricking into nature, one day he will be modulated perfectly, | 180 |
| so perfectly modulated will this precious subject be that even the heart of God will bleed one day at the impact of it! |
