(By Yaziji-Oglu)
The Creation of Paradise
Hither come, O seeker after Truth! if joy thou wouldest share,Enter on the Mystic Pathway, follow it, then joy thou'lt share.Harken now what God (exalted high his name!) from naught hath formed.Eden's bower he hath created; Light, its lamp, he did prepare;Loftiest its sites, and best and fairest are its blest abodes;Midst of each a hall of pearls—not ivory nor teak-wood rare.Each pavilion he from seventy ruddy rubies raised aloft—Dwellings these in which the dwellers sit secure from fear or care.Bound within each courtyard seventy splendid houses he hath ranged,Formed of emeralds green—houses these no fault of form that bear.There, within each house, are seventy pearl and gem-incrusted thrones;He upon each throne hath stretched out seventy couches broidered fair;Sits on every couch a maiden of the bourne of loveliness:Moons their foreheads, days their faces, each a jeweled crown doth wear;Wine their rubies, soft their eyes, their eyebrows troublous, causing woe:All-enchanting, Paradise pays tribute to their witching air.Sudden did they see the faces of those damsels dark of eye,Blinded sun and moon were, and Life's Stream grew bitter then and there.Thou wouldst deem that each was formed of rubies, corals, and of pearls;Question there is none, for God thus in the Koran doth declare.Tables seventy, fraught with bounties, he in every house hath placed,And on every tray hath spread out seventy sorts of varied fare.All these glories, all these honors, all these blessings of delight,All these wondrous mercies surely for his sake he did prepare:Through his love unto Mohammed, he the universe hath framed;Happy, for his sake, the naked and the hungry enter there.O Thou Perfectness of Potence! O Thou God of Awful Might!O Thou Majesty of Glory! O Thou King of Perfect Eight!Since he Eden's heaven created, all is there complete and whole,So that naught is lacking; nothing he created needs repair.Yonder, for his righteous servants, things so fair hath he devised,That no eye hath e'er beheld them; ope thy soul's eye, on them stare.Never have his servants heard them, neither can their hearts conceive;Reach unto their comprehension shall this understanding ne'er.There that God a station lofty, of the loftiest, hath reared,That unclouded station he the name Vesila caused to bear,That to his Belovèd yonder station a dear home may be,Thence ordained is Heaven's order free from every grief and care.In its courtyard's riven center, planted he the Tuba-Tree;That a tree which hangeth downward, high aloft its roots are there:Thus its radiance all the Heavens lighteth up from end to end,Flooding every tent and palace, every lane and every square.Such a tree the Tuba, that the Gracious One hath in its sapHidden whatsoe'er there be of gifts and presents good and fair;Forth therefrom crowns, thrones, and jewels, yea, and steeds and coursers come,Golden leaves and clearest crystals, wines most pure beyond compare.For his sake there into being hath he called the Tuba-Tree,That from Ebu-Qasim's hand might every one receive his share.
Hither come, O seeker after Truth! if joy thou wouldest share,Enter on the Mystic Pathway, follow it, then joy thou'lt share.Harken now what God (exalted high his name!) from naught hath formed.Eden's bower he hath created; Light, its lamp, he did prepare;Loftiest its sites, and best and fairest are its blest abodes;Midst of each a hall of pearls—not ivory nor teak-wood rare.Each pavilion he from seventy ruddy rubies raised aloft—Dwellings these in which the dwellers sit secure from fear or care.Bound within each courtyard seventy splendid houses he hath ranged,Formed of emeralds green—houses these no fault of form that bear.There, within each house, are seventy pearl and gem-incrusted thrones;He upon each throne hath stretched out seventy couches broidered fair;Sits on every couch a maiden of the bourne of loveliness:Moons their foreheads, days their faces, each a jeweled crown doth wear;Wine their rubies, soft their eyes, their eyebrows troublous, causing woe:All-enchanting, Paradise pays tribute to their witching air.Sudden did they see the faces of those damsels dark of eye,Blinded sun and moon were, and Life's Stream grew bitter then and there.Thou wouldst deem that each was formed of rubies, corals, and of pearls;Question there is none, for God thus in the Koran doth declare.Tables seventy, fraught with bounties, he in every house hath placed,And on every tray hath spread out seventy sorts of varied fare.All these glories, all these honors, all these blessings of delight,All these wondrous mercies surely for his sake he did prepare:Through his love unto Mohammed, he the universe hath framed;Happy, for his sake, the naked and the hungry enter there.O Thou Perfectness of Potence! O Thou God of Awful Might!O Thou Majesty of Glory! O Thou King of Perfect Eight!Since he Eden's heaven created, all is there complete and whole,So that naught is lacking; nothing he created needs repair.Yonder, for his righteous servants, things so fair hath he devised,That no eye hath e'er beheld them; ope thy soul's eye, on them stare.Never have his servants heard them, neither can their hearts conceive;Reach unto their comprehension shall this understanding ne'er.There that God a station lofty, of the loftiest, hath reared,That unclouded station he the name Vesila caused to bear,That to his Belovèd yonder station a dear home may be,Thence ordained is Heaven's order free from every grief and care.In its courtyard's riven center, planted he the Tuba-Tree;That a tree which hangeth downward, high aloft its roots are there:Thus its radiance all the Heavens lighteth up from end to end,Flooding every tent and palace, every lane and every square.Such a tree the Tuba, that the Gracious One hath in its sapHidden whatsoe'er there be of gifts and presents good and fair;Forth therefrom crowns, thrones, and jewels, yea, and steeds and coursers come,Golden leaves and clearest crystals, wines most pure beyond compare.For his sake there into being hath he called the Tuba-Tree,That from Ebu-Qasim's hand might every one receive his share.
Hither come, O seeker after Truth! if joy thou wouldest share,Enter on the Mystic Pathway, follow it, then joy thou'lt share.Harken now what God (exalted high his name!) from naught hath formed.Eden's bower he hath created; Light, its lamp, he did prepare;Loftiest its sites, and best and fairest are its blest abodes;Midst of each a hall of pearls—not ivory nor teak-wood rare.Each pavilion he from seventy ruddy rubies raised aloft—Dwellings these in which the dwellers sit secure from fear or care.Bound within each courtyard seventy splendid houses he hath ranged,Formed of emeralds green—houses these no fault of form that bear.There, within each house, are seventy pearl and gem-incrusted thrones;He upon each throne hath stretched out seventy couches broidered fair;Sits on every couch a maiden of the bourne of loveliness:Moons their foreheads, days their faces, each a jeweled crown doth wear;Wine their rubies, soft their eyes, their eyebrows troublous, causing woe:All-enchanting, Paradise pays tribute to their witching air.Sudden did they see the faces of those damsels dark of eye,Blinded sun and moon were, and Life's Stream grew bitter then and there.Thou wouldst deem that each was formed of rubies, corals, and of pearls;Question there is none, for God thus in the Koran doth declare.Tables seventy, fraught with bounties, he in every house hath placed,And on every tray hath spread out seventy sorts of varied fare.All these glories, all these honors, all these blessings of delight,All these wondrous mercies surely for his sake he did prepare:Through his love unto Mohammed, he the universe hath framed;Happy, for his sake, the naked and the hungry enter there.O Thou Perfectness of Potence! O Thou God of Awful Might!O Thou Majesty of Glory! O Thou King of Perfect Eight!
Hither come, O seeker after Truth! if joy thou wouldest share,
Enter on the Mystic Pathway, follow it, then joy thou'lt share.
Harken now what God (exalted high his name!) from naught hath formed.
Eden's bower he hath created; Light, its lamp, he did prepare;
Loftiest its sites, and best and fairest are its blest abodes;
Midst of each a hall of pearls—not ivory nor teak-wood rare.
Each pavilion he from seventy ruddy rubies raised aloft—
Dwellings these in which the dwellers sit secure from fear or care.
Bound within each courtyard seventy splendid houses he hath ranged,
Formed of emeralds green—houses these no fault of form that bear.
There, within each house, are seventy pearl and gem-incrusted thrones;
He upon each throne hath stretched out seventy couches broidered fair;
Sits on every couch a maiden of the bourne of loveliness:
Moons their foreheads, days their faces, each a jeweled crown doth wear;
Wine their rubies, soft their eyes, their eyebrows troublous, causing woe:
All-enchanting, Paradise pays tribute to their witching air.
Sudden did they see the faces of those damsels dark of eye,
Blinded sun and moon were, and Life's Stream grew bitter then and there.
Thou wouldst deem that each was formed of rubies, corals, and of pearls;
Question there is none, for God thus in the Koran doth declare.
Tables seventy, fraught with bounties, he in every house hath placed,
And on every tray hath spread out seventy sorts of varied fare.
All these glories, all these honors, all these blessings of delight,
All these wondrous mercies surely for his sake he did prepare:
Through his love unto Mohammed, he the universe hath framed;
Happy, for his sake, the naked and the hungry enter there.
O Thou Perfectness of Potence! O Thou God of Awful Might!
O Thou Majesty of Glory! O Thou King of Perfect Eight!
Since he Eden's heaven created, all is there complete and whole,So that naught is lacking; nothing he created needs repair.Yonder, for his righteous servants, things so fair hath he devised,That no eye hath e'er beheld them; ope thy soul's eye, on them stare.Never have his servants heard them, neither can their hearts conceive;Reach unto their comprehension shall this understanding ne'er.There that God a station lofty, of the loftiest, hath reared,That unclouded station he the name Vesila caused to bear,That to his Belovèd yonder station a dear home may be,Thence ordained is Heaven's order free from every grief and care.In its courtyard's riven center, planted he the Tuba-Tree;That a tree which hangeth downward, high aloft its roots are there:Thus its radiance all the Heavens lighteth up from end to end,Flooding every tent and palace, every lane and every square.Such a tree the Tuba, that the Gracious One hath in its sapHidden whatsoe'er there be of gifts and presents good and fair;Forth therefrom crowns, thrones, and jewels, yea, and steeds and coursers come,Golden leaves and clearest crystals, wines most pure beyond compare.For his sake there into being hath he called the Tuba-Tree,That from Ebu-Qasim's hand might every one receive his share.
Since he Eden's heaven created, all is there complete and whole,
So that naught is lacking; nothing he created needs repair.
Yonder, for his righteous servants, things so fair hath he devised,
That no eye hath e'er beheld them; ope thy soul's eye, on them stare.
Never have his servants heard them, neither can their hearts conceive;
Reach unto their comprehension shall this understanding ne'er.
There that God a station lofty, of the loftiest, hath reared,
That unclouded station he the name Vesila caused to bear,
That to his Belovèd yonder station a dear home may be,
Thence ordained is Heaven's order free from every grief and care.
In its courtyard's riven center, planted he the Tuba-Tree;
That a tree which hangeth downward, high aloft its roots are there:
Thus its radiance all the Heavens lighteth up from end to end,
Flooding every tent and palace, every lane and every square.
Such a tree the Tuba, that the Gracious One hath in its sap
Hidden whatsoe'er there be of gifts and presents good and fair;
Forth therefrom crowns, thrones, and jewels, yea, and steeds and coursers come,
Golden leaves and clearest crystals, wines most pure beyond compare.
For his sake there into being hath he called the Tuba-Tree,
That from Ebu-Qasim's hand might every one receive his share.