Since he to me his loving Heart has shown, I give my Life to him, as All his own. The Body's House becomes his Temple now, Until the Soul herself to Heav'n hath flown. The Earthly Life is Offering far too small; Then let the Eternal, silent All atone. JELÁLEDDÍN in self-negation found The Rose of Life divinely fair, full blown. All Fulness XXXVIII. Ever shall I more desire Than Time's bounded Needs require. Ever as more Flowers I pluck, Blossoms new gay Spring attire. And when through the Heavens I sweep, Rolling Spheres will flash new Fire. Perfect Beauty only can True Eternal Love inspire. Friendship XXXIX. The Rose is aye Love's dearest, sweetest Sign; To my Friend's Heart, I give this Rose of mine. Clear Thought dies out in Love's absorbed Delight, As Weeds grow pale before the Rose and pine. The Rose hides in her Heart the piercing Thorn, For deepest hidden Pains with Love entwine. The Rose is Beauty perfected in One, Her Charms all glowing, Heaven and Earth outshine. The full blown Rose in Splendour dims the Sun; Each quivering Leaflet shows a Moon's design. The Sun's sphered Light is moulded in her Form, While bright-eyed Stars keep watch around her Shrine. O Sun, the Rose that made the Moon to grow, To my Heart's Friend give Love and Joy divine! The Friend Supreme XL. O what a Friend is mine! O what a burning Flame! My Heart was parched and dead, Till His Breath o'er me came. When I before Him fled, By Love's Keen Pang distressed; He cried, Why dost thou flee? Thou art thyself to blame. At Night I asked the Moon, Where hid my Moon still stayed? She said, My Cheek grew pale, In Fear when told His Name. The Sun, when risen, I asked, And why art thou so dim? He said, My Eyelids dull In Tears have veil'd their Shame. And to the Sea I said, Why canst thou not be still? She answer'd, Deep Unrest Will leave me ne'er the Same. I cried to Fire, Flame Queen: Why flickerest thou So? On me, she cried, He looked, And quench'd all Earthly Aim. I shouted then, O Wind: Why hurriest to and fro? She gasped, His Breath consumes me, Whene'er my Pace I tame! But what in me, too, meaneth This elemental Strife? The Cup in my Hand shaketh, And Fever thrills my Frame. In Revel's Glow enraptured, His Love I know my own: Then, come, pour foaming Wine out, Till o'er All flows His Name. Immortality XLI.