Alas! nor dew nor smiling rose within this mead is mine;Within this market-place nor trade nor coin for need is mine;Nor more nor less; nor power nor strength for act or deed is mine;Nor might nor eminence; nor balm the cure to speed is mine.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!Being's the bounty of the Lord; and Life, the gift Divine;The Breath, the present of his love; and Speech his Grace's sign;The Body is the pile of God; the Soul, his Breath benign;The Powers thereof, his Glory's trust; the Senses, his design.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!No work, no business of my own within this mart have I;All Being is of him alone—no life apart have I;No choice of entering this world, or hence of start have I;To cry, "I am! I am!" in truth, no power of heart have I.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!The Earth the carpet is of Power; the Sphere, the tent of Might;The Stars, both fixed and wandering, are Glory's lamps of light;The World's the issue of the grace of Mercy's treasures bright;With forms of beings is the page of Wisdom's volume dight.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!Being is but a loan to us, and Life in trust we hold:In slaves a claim to Power's pretension arrogant and bold;The servant's part is by submission and obedience told;Should He, "My slave," address to me, 'twere favors manifold.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!I'm poor and empty-handed, but grace free is of the Lord;Nonentity's my attribute: to Be is of the Lord;For Being or Non-being's rise, decree is of the Lord;The surging of the Seen and Unseen's sea is of the Lord.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!Of gifts from table of his Bounty is my daily bread;My breath is from the Breath of God's benignant Mercy fed;My portion from the favors of Almighty Power is shed;And my provision is from Providence's kitchen spread.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!I can not, unallotted, take my share from wet or dry;From land or from the ocean, from earth or from the sky;The silver or the gold will come, by Providence laid by;I can not grasp aught other than my fortune doth supply.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!Creation's Pen the lines of billows of events hath traced;Th' illumined scroll of the Two Worlds, Creation's Pencil graced;Their garments upon earth and sky, Creation's woof hath placed;Men's forms are pictures in Creation's great Shah-Nama traced.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!I can not make the morning eve, or the dark night the day;I can not turn the air to fire, or dust to water's spray;I can not bid the Sphere stand still, or mountain region stray;I can not Autumn turn by will of mine to lovely May.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
Alas! nor dew nor smiling rose within this mead is mine;Within this market-place nor trade nor coin for need is mine;Nor more nor less; nor power nor strength for act or deed is mine;Nor might nor eminence; nor balm the cure to speed is mine.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!Being's the bounty of the Lord; and Life, the gift Divine;The Breath, the present of his love; and Speech his Grace's sign;The Body is the pile of God; the Soul, his Breath benign;The Powers thereof, his Glory's trust; the Senses, his design.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!No work, no business of my own within this mart have I;All Being is of him alone—no life apart have I;No choice of entering this world, or hence of start have I;To cry, "I am! I am!" in truth, no power of heart have I.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!The Earth the carpet is of Power; the Sphere, the tent of Might;The Stars, both fixed and wandering, are Glory's lamps of light;The World's the issue of the grace of Mercy's treasures bright;With forms of beings is the page of Wisdom's volume dight.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!Being is but a loan to us, and Life in trust we hold:In slaves a claim to Power's pretension arrogant and bold;The servant's part is by submission and obedience told;Should He, "My slave," address to me, 'twere favors manifold.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!I'm poor and empty-handed, but grace free is of the Lord;Nonentity's my attribute: to Be is of the Lord;For Being or Non-being's rise, decree is of the Lord;The surging of the Seen and Unseen's sea is of the Lord.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!Of gifts from table of his Bounty is my daily bread;My breath is from the Breath of God's benignant Mercy fed;My portion from the favors of Almighty Power is shed;And my provision is from Providence's kitchen spread.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!I can not, unallotted, take my share from wet or dry;From land or from the ocean, from earth or from the sky;The silver or the gold will come, by Providence laid by;I can not grasp aught other than my fortune doth supply.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!Creation's Pen the lines of billows of events hath traced;Th' illumined scroll of the Two Worlds, Creation's Pencil graced;Their garments upon earth and sky, Creation's woof hath placed;Men's forms are pictures in Creation's great Shah-Nama traced.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!I can not make the morning eve, or the dark night the day;I can not turn the air to fire, or dust to water's spray;I can not bid the Sphere stand still, or mountain region stray;I can not Autumn turn by will of mine to lovely May.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
Alas! nor dew nor smiling rose within this mead is mine;Within this market-place nor trade nor coin for need is mine;Nor more nor less; nor power nor strength for act or deed is mine;Nor might nor eminence; nor balm the cure to speed is mine.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
Alas! nor dew nor smiling rose within this mead is mine;
Within this market-place nor trade nor coin for need is mine;
Nor more nor less; nor power nor strength for act or deed is mine;
Nor might nor eminence; nor balm the cure to speed is mine.
Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
Being's the bounty of the Lord; and Life, the gift Divine;The Breath, the present of his love; and Speech his Grace's sign;The Body is the pile of God; the Soul, his Breath benign;The Powers thereof, his Glory's trust; the Senses, his design.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
Being's the bounty of the Lord; and Life, the gift Divine;
The Breath, the present of his love; and Speech his Grace's sign;
The Body is the pile of God; the Soul, his Breath benign;
The Powers thereof, his Glory's trust; the Senses, his design.
Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
No work, no business of my own within this mart have I;All Being is of him alone—no life apart have I;No choice of entering this world, or hence of start have I;To cry, "I am! I am!" in truth, no power of heart have I.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
No work, no business of my own within this mart have I;
All Being is of him alone—no life apart have I;
No choice of entering this world, or hence of start have I;
To cry, "I am! I am!" in truth, no power of heart have I.
Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
The Earth the carpet is of Power; the Sphere, the tent of Might;The Stars, both fixed and wandering, are Glory's lamps of light;The World's the issue of the grace of Mercy's treasures bright;With forms of beings is the page of Wisdom's volume dight.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
The Earth the carpet is of Power; the Sphere, the tent of Might;
The Stars, both fixed and wandering, are Glory's lamps of light;
The World's the issue of the grace of Mercy's treasures bright;
With forms of beings is the page of Wisdom's volume dight.
Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
Being is but a loan to us, and Life in trust we hold:In slaves a claim to Power's pretension arrogant and bold;The servant's part is by submission and obedience told;Should He, "My slave," address to me, 'twere favors manifold.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
Being is but a loan to us, and Life in trust we hold:
In slaves a claim to Power's pretension arrogant and bold;
The servant's part is by submission and obedience told;
Should He, "My slave," address to me, 'twere favors manifold.
Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
I'm poor and empty-handed, but grace free is of the Lord;Nonentity's my attribute: to Be is of the Lord;For Being or Non-being's rise, decree is of the Lord;The surging of the Seen and Unseen's sea is of the Lord.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
I'm poor and empty-handed, but grace free is of the Lord;
Nonentity's my attribute: to Be is of the Lord;
For Being or Non-being's rise, decree is of the Lord;
The surging of the Seen and Unseen's sea is of the Lord.
Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
Of gifts from table of his Bounty is my daily bread;My breath is from the Breath of God's benignant Mercy fed;My portion from the favors of Almighty Power is shed;And my provision is from Providence's kitchen spread.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
Of gifts from table of his Bounty is my daily bread;
My breath is from the Breath of God's benignant Mercy fed;
My portion from the favors of Almighty Power is shed;
And my provision is from Providence's kitchen spread.
Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
I can not, unallotted, take my share from wet or dry;From land or from the ocean, from earth or from the sky;The silver or the gold will come, by Providence laid by;I can not grasp aught other than my fortune doth supply.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
I can not, unallotted, take my share from wet or dry;
From land or from the ocean, from earth or from the sky;
The silver or the gold will come, by Providence laid by;
I can not grasp aught other than my fortune doth supply.
Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
Creation's Pen the lines of billows of events hath traced;Th' illumined scroll of the Two Worlds, Creation's Pencil graced;Their garments upon earth and sky, Creation's woof hath placed;Men's forms are pictures in Creation's great Shah-Nama traced.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
Creation's Pen the lines of billows of events hath traced;
Th' illumined scroll of the Two Worlds, Creation's Pencil graced;
Their garments upon earth and sky, Creation's woof hath placed;
Men's forms are pictures in Creation's great Shah-Nama traced.
Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
I can not make the morning eve, or the dark night the day;I can not turn the air to fire, or dust to water's spray;I can not bid the Sphere stand still, or mountain region stray;I can not Autumn turn by will of mine to lovely May.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
I can not make the morning eve, or the dark night the day;
I can not turn the air to fire, or dust to water's spray;
I can not bid the Sphere stand still, or mountain region stray;
I can not Autumn turn by will of mine to lovely May.
Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
From out of Nothingness his mighty Power made me appear;Whilst in the womb I lay, saw he to all I need for here;With kindness concealed and manifest did he me rear;With me he drew a curtain o'er Distinction's beauty dear.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!God's Revelation is Discernment's Eye, if't oped remain;The picturings of worlds are all things changing aye amain;The showing of the Hidden Treasure is this raging main,This work, this business of the Lord, this Majesty made plain.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!Now void, now full, are Possibility's storehouses vast;This glass-lined world's the mirror where Lights Twain their phases cast;The blinded thing—in scattering strange fruits its hours are past;Ruined hath this old Vineyard been by autumn's sullen blast.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
From out of Nothingness his mighty Power made me appear;Whilst in the womb I lay, saw he to all I need for here;With kindness concealed and manifest did he me rear;With me he drew a curtain o'er Distinction's beauty dear.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!God's Revelation is Discernment's Eye, if't oped remain;The picturings of worlds are all things changing aye amain;The showing of the Hidden Treasure is this raging main,This work, this business of the Lord, this Majesty made plain.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!Now void, now full, are Possibility's storehouses vast;This glass-lined world's the mirror where Lights Twain their phases cast;The blinded thing—in scattering strange fruits its hours are past;Ruined hath this old Vineyard been by autumn's sullen blast.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
From out of Nothingness his mighty Power made me appear;Whilst in the womb I lay, saw he to all I need for here;With kindness concealed and manifest did he me rear;With me he drew a curtain o'er Distinction's beauty dear.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
From out of Nothingness his mighty Power made me appear;
Whilst in the womb I lay, saw he to all I need for here;
With kindness concealed and manifest did he me rear;
With me he drew a curtain o'er Distinction's beauty dear.
Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
God's Revelation is Discernment's Eye, if't oped remain;The picturings of worlds are all things changing aye amain;The showing of the Hidden Treasure is this raging main,This work, this business of the Lord, this Majesty made plain.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
God's Revelation is Discernment's Eye, if't oped remain;
The picturings of worlds are all things changing aye amain;
The showing of the Hidden Treasure is this raging main,
This work, this business of the Lord, this Majesty made plain.
Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
Now void, now full, are Possibility's storehouses vast;This glass-lined world's the mirror where Lights Twain their phases cast;The blinded thing—in scattering strange fruits its hours are past;Ruined hath this old Vineyard been by autumn's sullen blast.Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
Now void, now full, are Possibility's storehouses vast;
This glass-lined world's the mirror where Lights Twain their phases cast;
The blinded thing—in scattering strange fruits its hours are past;
Ruined hath this old Vineyard been by autumn's sullen blast.
Oh, that I knew what here I am, that which indeed is mine!
Ne'er a corner for the plaintive bulbul's nest remaineth now;Ne'er a palm-tree 'neath whose kindly shade is rest remaineth now.Day and night some balm I've sought for, to relieve my wounded heart;Ne'er a cure within the heavens' turquoise chest remaineth now.From its source, through every country, searched have I, but all in vain—Ne'er a single drop, in mercy's fountain blest, remaineth now.Empty earthen pots are reckoned one with jewels rich and rare;Ne'er a scale in value's mart the worth to test remaineth now.'Neath the earth may now the needy hide themselves, Nabi, away;Ne'er a turret on the fort of interest remaineth now.
Ne'er a corner for the plaintive bulbul's nest remaineth now;Ne'er a palm-tree 'neath whose kindly shade is rest remaineth now.Day and night some balm I've sought for, to relieve my wounded heart;Ne'er a cure within the heavens' turquoise chest remaineth now.From its source, through every country, searched have I, but all in vain—Ne'er a single drop, in mercy's fountain blest, remaineth now.Empty earthen pots are reckoned one with jewels rich and rare;Ne'er a scale in value's mart the worth to test remaineth now.'Neath the earth may now the needy hide themselves, Nabi, away;Ne'er a turret on the fort of interest remaineth now.
Ne'er a corner for the plaintive bulbul's nest remaineth now;Ne'er a palm-tree 'neath whose kindly shade is rest remaineth now.Day and night some balm I've sought for, to relieve my wounded heart;Ne'er a cure within the heavens' turquoise chest remaineth now.From its source, through every country, searched have I, but all in vain—Ne'er a single drop, in mercy's fountain blest, remaineth now.Empty earthen pots are reckoned one with jewels rich and rare;Ne'er a scale in value's mart the worth to test remaineth now.'Neath the earth may now the needy hide themselves, Nabi, away;Ne'er a turret on the fort of interest remaineth now.
Ne'er a corner for the plaintive bulbul's nest remaineth now;
Ne'er a palm-tree 'neath whose kindly shade is rest remaineth now.
Day and night some balm I've sought for, to relieve my wounded heart;
Ne'er a cure within the heavens' turquoise chest remaineth now.
From its source, through every country, searched have I, but all in vain—
Ne'er a single drop, in mercy's fountain blest, remaineth now.
Empty earthen pots are reckoned one with jewels rich and rare;
Ne'er a scale in value's mart the worth to test remaineth now.
'Neath the earth may now the needy hide themselves, Nabi, away;
Ne'er a turret on the fort of interest remaineth now.