No God but He

The secret of the self is hid, In words ʺNo god but He alone.ʺ The self is just a dull‐edged sword, ʺNo god but He,ʺ the grinding stone.

An Abraham by the age is sought To break the idols of this Hall: The avowal of Godʹs Oneness can Make all these idols headlong fall.

A bargain you have struck for goods Of life, a step, that smacks conceit, All save the call ʺNo god but He,ʺ Is merely fraught with fraud and deceit.

The worldly wealth and riches too, Ties of blood and friends a dream The idols wrought by doubts untrue, All save Godʹs Oneness empty seem.

The mind has worn the holy thread Of Time and Space like pagans all Though Time and Space both illusive ʺNo god but Heʺ is true withal.

These melodious songs are not confined To Time when rose and tulip bloom Whatever the season of year be ʺNo god but Heʺ must ring till doom.

Many idols are still concealed In their sleeves by the Faithful Fold, I am ordained by Mighty God To raise the call and be much bold.