Time is Sword
Green be the pure grave of Sháfi‘í, Whose vine hath cheered a whole world!
His thought plucked a star from heaven: He named Time " a cutting sword."
How shall I say what is the secret of this sword? All its brilliance is derived from Life.
Its owner is exalted above hope and fear, His hand is whiter than the hand of Moses.
At one stroke thereof water gushes from the rock And the sea becomes land from dearth of moisture.
Moses held this sword in his hand, Therefore he wrought more than man may contrive.
He clove the Red Sea asunder And made its waters like dry earth.
The arm of Ali, the conqueror of Khaibar, Drew its strength from this same sword.
The revolution of the sky is visible, The change of day and night is perceived.
Look, O thou enthralled by Yesterday and To-morrow, Behold another world in thine own heart!
Thou hast sown the seed of darkness in thy clay, Thou hast imagined Time as a line.
Thy thought measures length of Time With the measure of night and day.
Thou mak’st this line a girdle on thine infidel waist; Thou art an advertiser of falsehood, like idols.
Thou wert the Elixir, and thou hast become a peck of dust; Thou wert born the conscience of Truth, and thou hast become a lie!
Art thou a Moslem? Then cast off this girdle! Be a candle to the feast of the religion of the free!
Knowing not the origin of Time, Thou art ignorant of everlasting Life.
How long wilt thou be a thrall of night and day? Learn the mystery of Time from the words "I have a time with God."
Phenomena arise from the march of Time, Life is a part of the contents of Time's consciousness.
The cause of Time is not the revolution of the sun: Time is everlasting, but the sun does not last for ever.
Time is joy and sorrow, festival and fast; Time is the secret of moonlight and sunlight.
Thou hast extended Time, like Space, And distinguished Yesterday from To-morrow.
Thou hast fled, like a scent, from thine own garden; Thou hast made thy prison with thine own hand.
Our Time, which has neither beginning nor end, Blossoms from the flower-bed of our mind.
To know its root quickens the living with new life: Its being is more splendid than the dawn.
Life is of Time, and Time is of Life: "Do not abuse Time!" was the command of the Prophet.
We sowed the seed of religion in men's hearts And unveiled the face of Truth.
Our nails tore loose the knot of this world, Our bowing in prayer gave blessings to the earth.
From the jar of Truth we made rosy wine gush forth, We charged against the ancient taverns.
O thou in whose cup is old wine, A wine so hot that the glass is well-nigh turned to water.
Wilt thou in thy pride and arrogance and self-conceit Taunt us with our emptiness?
Our cup, too, hath graced the symposium; Our breast hath owned a spirit.
A new age hath been endued with our beauty And hath risen from the dust of our feet.
Our blood hath watered God's harvest, All worshippers of God are our debtors.
The takbír was our gift to the world Ka‘bas were built of our clay.
By means of us God taught the Koran, From our hand He dispensed His bounty.
Although crown and signet have passed from us, Do not look with contempt on our beggarliness!
In thine eyes we are good for nothing, Thinking old thoughts, despicable.
We have honour from "There is no god but Allah," We are the preservers of the universe.
Freed from the vexation of to-day and to-morrow, We have pledged ourselves to love One.
We are the conscience hidden in God's heart, We are the heirs of Moses and Aaron.
Sun and moon are still bright with our radiance, Lightning-flashes still lurk in our cloud.
Our essence is the mirror of the Divine essence: The Moslem's being is one of the signs of God.