Showing that the Self is strengthened by Love

The luminous point whose name is the Self Is the life-spark beneath our dust.

By Love it is made more lasting, More living, more burning, more glowing.

From Love proceeds the radiance of its being And the development of its unknown possibilities.

Its nature gathers fire from Love, Love instructs it to illumine the world.

Love fears neither sword nor dagger, Love is not born of water and air and earth.

The hardest rocks are shivered by Love's glance: Love of God at last becomes wholly God.

Learn thou to love, and seek to be loved: Seek an eye like Noah's, a heart like Job's!

Transmute thy handful of earth into gold, Kiss the threshold of a Perfect Man.

Like Rúmí, light thy candle And burn Rúm in the fire of Tabríz. Tabríz is an allusion to Shams-i Tabríz, the spiritual director of Jalálu’ddín Rúmí

There is a beloved hidden within thine heart: I will show him to thee, if thou hast eyes to see.

His lovers are fairer than the fair, Sweeter and comelier and more beloved.

By love of him the heart is made strong And earth rubs shoulders with the Pleiades.

The soil of Najd was quickened by his grace And fell into a rapture and rose to the skies.

In the Moslem's heart is the home of Mohammed, All our glory is from the name of Mohammed.

Sinai is but an eddy of the dust of his house, The sanctuary of the Ka‘ba is his dwelling-place.

Eternity is less than a moment of his time, Eternity receives increase from his essence.

He slept on a mat of rushes, But the crown of Chosroes was under his people's feet.

He chose the nightly solitude of Mount Hirá, And he founded a state and laws and government.

He passed many a night with sleepless eyes In order that the Moslems might sleep on the throne of Persia.

In the hour of battle, iron was melted by his sword; In the hour of prayer, tears fell like rain from his eye.

When he was called to aid, his sword answered "Amen" And extirpated the race of kings.

He instituted new laws in the world۔.

With the key of religion he opened the door of this world: The womb of the world never bore his like.

In his sight high and low were one, He sat with his slave at one table.

The daughter of the chieftain of Tai was taken prisoner in battle And brought into that exalted presence.Her father, Hátim of Tai, is proverbial in the East for his hospitality.

Her feet in chains, unveiled, And her neck bowed with shame.

When the Prophet saw that the poor girl had no veil, He covered her face with his own veil.

We are more naked than that lady of Tai, We are unveiled before the nations of the world.

In him is our trust on the Day of Judgement, And in this world too he is our protector.

Both his favour and his wrath are entirely a mercy: That is a mercy to his friends and this to his foes.

He opened the gates of mercy to his enemies, He gave to Mecca the message, "No blame shall be laid upon you."

We who know not the bonds of country Resemble sight, which is one though it be the light of two eyes.