The Kasîdah of Hâjî Abdû El-YezdîBurton, Richard Francis, Sir
Philosophy
The Kasîdah of Hâjî Abdû El-Yezdî
Burton, Richard Francis, Sir
English poetry -- 19th century
Your gods may be, what shows they are?
hear Chinas Perfect Sage declare;*
And being, what to us be they
who dwell so darkly and so far?
* Confucius.
All matter hath a birth and death;
tis made, unmade and made anew;
We choose to call the Maker God:
such is the Zâhids owly view.
You changeful finite Creatures strain
(rejoins the Drawer of the Wine)*
The dizzy depths of Infinite Power
to fathom with your foot of twine;
* The Soofi or Gnostic opposed to the Zâhid.
Poor idols of mans heart and head
with the Divine Idea to blend;
To preach as Natures Common Course
what any hour may shift or end.
How shall the Shown pretend to ken
aught of the Showman or the Show?
Why meanly bargain to believe,
which only means thou neer canst know?
How may the passing Now contain
the standing NowEternity?
An endless _is_ without a _was_,
the _be_ and never the _to-be?_
Who made your Maker? If Self-made,
why fare so far to fare the worse
Sufficeth not a world of worlds,
a self-made chain of universe?
Grant an Idea, Primal Cause,
the Causing Cause, why crave for more?
Why strive its depth and breadth to mete,
to trace its work, its aid to implore?
Unknown, Incomprehensible,
whateer you choose to call it, call;
But leave it vague as airy space,
dark in its darkness mystical.
Your childish fears would seek a Sire,
by the non-human God defind,
What your five wits may wot ye weet;
what _is_ you please to dub designd;
You bring down Heaven to vulgar Earth;
your maker like yourselves you make,
You quake to own a reign of Law,
you pray the Law its laws to break;
You pray, but hath your thought eer weighed
how empty vain the prayer must be,
That begs a boon already given,
or craves a change of law to see?
Say, Man, deep learnèd in the Scheme
that orders mysteries sublime,
How came it this was Jesus, that
was Judas from the birth of Time?
How I the tiger, thou the lamb;
again the Secret, prithee, show
Who slew the slain, bowman or bolt
or Fate that drave the man, the bow?
Man worships self: his God is Man;
the struggling of the mortal mind
To form its model as twould be,
the perfect of itself to find.
The God became sage, priest and scribe
where Nilus serpent made the vale;
A gloomy Brahm in glowing Ind,
a neutral something cold and pale:
Amid the high Chaldean hills
a moulder of the heavenly spheres;
On Guebre steppes the Timeless-God
who governs by his dual peers:
In Hebrew tents the Lord that led
His leprous slaves to fight and jar;
Yahveh,* Adon or Elohîm,
the God that smites, the Man of War.
* Jehovah.
The lovely Gods of libertine Greece,
those fair and frail humanities
Whose homes oerlookd the Middle Sea,
where all Earths beauty cradled lies,
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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