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The breath of Gabriel If God on me bestow, I may in words express What Love has made me know.

How can the stars foretell What future holds in store? They roam perplex’d and mean In skies that have no shore.

To fix one’s mind and gaze On goal is life, in fact: To ego’s death to lead The thoughts that mind distract.

How strange! The bliss of self Having bestowed on me God mighty will that I Beside myself should be.

I neither like nor claim Plato’s thought or Croesus’ gold: Clean conscience, lofty gaze And zeal is all I hold.

By Holy Prophet’s Ascent This truth to me was taught, Within the reach of man High heavens can be brought.

The Life perhaps is still Raw and incomplete: Be and it becomes E’er doth a voice repeat.

The West hath cast a spell On thine heart and mind: In Rumi’s burning flame A cure for thyself find.

Through his bounty great My vision shines and glows, And mighty Oxus too In my pitcher flows.