Zaburi Ajam [Electronic resources] نسخه متنی

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Little flower fast asleep,

Rise narcissus-like, and peep;

Lo, the bower droops and dies

Wasted by cold griefs; arise!

Now that birdsong fills the air

And muezzins call to prayer,

Listen to the burning sighs

Of the passionate hearts, and rise!

Out of leaden sleep,

Out of slumber deep

Arise!

Out of slumber deep

Arise!

Now the sun, that doth adorn

With his rays the brow of morn,

Doth suffuse the cheeks thereof

With the crimson blush of love.

Over mountain, over plain

Caravans take route again;

Bright and world-beholding eyes,

Gaze upon the world, and rise!

Out of leaden sleep,

Out of slumber deep

Arise!

Out of slumber deep

Arise!

All the Orient doth lie

Like strewn dust, the roadway by,

Or a still and bushed lament

And a wasted sigh and spent:

Yet each atom of this earth

Is a gaze of tortured birth.

Under Ind’s and Persia’s skies,

Through Arabia’s plains, O rise!

Out of leaden sleep,

Out of slumber deep

Arise!

Out of slumber deep

Arise!

See, thy ocean is at rest,

Slumbrous as a desert waste;

Yea, no waxing or increase

E’er disturbs thy ocean’s peace.

Ne’er thy ocean knoweth storm

Or Leviathan’s dread swarm;

Rend its breast and, billow-wise

Swelling into tumult, rise!

Out of leaden sleep,

Out of slumber deep

Arise!

Out of slumber deep

Arise!

Listen to this subtlety

That reveals all mystery:

Empire is the body’s dust;

Spirit, true Religion’s trust;

Body lives and spirit lives

By the life their union gives.

Lance in hand, and sword at thighs,

Cloaked, and with thy prayer mat, rise!

Out of leaden sleep,

Out of slumber deep

Arise

Out of slumber deep

Arise!

Thou art true and worshipful

Guardian of eternal Rule,

Thou the left hand and the right

Of the World-possessor’s might.

Shackled slave of earthy race,

Thou art Time, and thou art Space:

Wine of faith that fear defies

Drink, and from doubt’s prison rise!

Out of leaden sleep,

Out of slumber deep

Arise!

Out of slumber deep

Arise!

Against Europe I protest,

And the attraction of the West:

Woe for Europe and her charm,

Swift to capture and disarm!

Europe’s hordes with flame and fire

Desolate the world entire;

Architect of Sanctuaries,

Earth awaits rebuilding; rise

Out of leaden sleep,

Out of slumber deep

Arise!

Out of slumber deep

Arise