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O THOU that art as the
soul in the body of the universe,
Thou art our soul end
thou art ever fleeing from us.
Thou breathest music
into Life's lute;
Life envies Death when
death is for thy sake
One more bring comfort
to our sad hearts,
Once more dwell in our
Once more demand from
us the sacrifice of name and fame,
Strengthen our weak
We are oft complaining
of destiny,
Thou art of great price
and we have naught.
Aide not thy fair face
from the empty handed!
Sell cheap the love of
Salman and Bilal!117
Give us the sleepless
eye and the passionate heart,
Give us again the
nature of quick silver man
Show unto us one of thy
manifest signs,
That the necks of our
enemies may be bowed!
Make this chaff a
mountain crested with fire;
Burn with out fire all
that is not God!
When the people of
Islam let the thread of Unity go from their hands,
They fell into a
hundred mazes.
We are dispersed like
stars in the world
Though of the same
family, we are strange to one another.
Rind again these
scattered leaves,
Revive the law of love!1640
Take us back to serve
thee as of old,
Commit thy cause to
them that love thee!
We are travellers: give
us resignation as our goal!
Give us the strong
faith of Abraham!
Make us know the
meaning of "There is no God."
Make us acquainted with
the mystery of "except Allah!"118
I who burn like a
candle for the sake of others
Teach myself to weep
like that candle.
O God! a tear that is
Passionful, wrung forth
by pain, peace consuming,
May I sow in the
garden, and may it grow into a fire
That washes away the
fire-brand from the tulip's robe!
My heart is with
yesterday, my eye is on to-morrow:
Amidst the company I am
"Every one fancies
he is my friend,
But none ever sought
the secrets within my Soul."
Oh, where in the wide
world is my comrade ?
I am the Bush of Sinai:
where is my Moses?
I am tyrannous, I have
done many a wrong to myself,
I have nourished a
flame in my bosom,
A flame that burnt to
ashes the wares of understanding,
Cast fire on the skirt
of discretion,
Lessened with madness
the proud reason,
And inflamed the very
being of knowledge:
its blaze enthrones the
sun in the sky
And lightnings encircle
it with adoration for ever.
Mine eye fell to
weeping, like dew,
Since I was entrusted
with that hidden fire.
I taught the candle to
burn openly,
While I myself burned
unseen by the world's eye.
As last flames burst
forth from every hair of me,
Fire dropped from the
veins of my thought:
My nightingale picked
up the grains of spark
And created a
fire-tempered song.
The breast of this age
is without a heart,
Majnun quivers with
pain because Laila's howdah is empty.
It is not easy for the
candle to throb alone;
Ah, is there no moth
worthy of me?
How long shall I wait
for one to share my grief?
How long must I search
for a confidant?
O Thou whose face lends
light to the moon and the stars,
Withdraw Thy fire from
the soul!
Take back what Thou
hast put in my breast,
Remove the stabbing
radiance from my mirror,
Or give me one old
To be the mirror of
mine all-burning love!
In the sea wave tosses
side by side with wave:
Each hath a partner in
its emotion.
In heaven star consorts
with star,
And the bright moon
lays her head on the knees of Night.
Morning touches Night's
dark side,
And To-day throws
itself against Tomorrow.
One river loses its
being in another,
A waft of air dies in
There is dancing in
every nook of the wilderness.
Madman dances with
Because in thine
essence Thou art single,
Thou hast evolved for
Thyself a, whole world,
I am as the tulip of
the field,
In the midst of a
company I am alone.
I beg of Thy grace a
sympathising friend,
And adept in the
mysteries of my nature,
A friend endowed with
madness and wisdom,
One that knoweth not
the phantom of vain things,
That I may confide my
lament to his soul
And see again my face
in his heart.
His image I will mould
of mine own clay,
I will be to him both
idol and worshipper.


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