One day at the dawn
The fair idol entered my door and woke me from my sleep of slothful ignorance.
The secret chamber of my soul was illumined by His face,
And my being was revealed to me In its true light.
I heaved a sigh of wonder when I saw that fair face.
He spoke to me, saying,
"All thy life thou has sought name and fame ;
This self -seeking of thine
Is an illusion, keeping thee back from Me. To g1ance at My face for an instant
Is worth a thousand years of devotion."
Yes, the face of that world-adorner was shown unveiled before mine eyes ;
My soul was darkened with shame to remember my lost life, my wasted days.
Then that moon whose face shone like the sun, seeing I had cast hope away,
Filled a goblet of Divine Knowledge and, passing to me, bade me drink, saying,
" With this wine,"tasteless and odourless, wash away the writing on thy being's tablet."
Intoxicated from the pure draught which I had drained to the dregs, In the bare dust I fell.
Since then I know not if I exist or not,
But I am not sober, neither am I ill or drunken.
Sometimes, like His eye, I am full of joy,
Or, like His curl, I am waving; Sometimes, alas! from habit or nature, I am lying on a dust heap.
Sometimes, at a glance from Him,
I am back in the Rose Garden.
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