Which soon made its kindness known: It unravelled from the waste, Bright and glowing harmony, And once more with love was grac'd What contended formerly. And with earnest, noble strife, Each its own Peculiar sought; Back to full, unbounded life Sight and feeling soon were brought. Wherefore, if 'tis done, explore How? why give the manner, name? Allah need create no more, We his world ourselves can frame. So, with morning pinions bright, To thy mouth was I impell'd; Stamped with thousand seals by night, Star-clear is the bond fast held. Paragons on earth are we Both of grief and joy sublime, And a second sentence:--"Be!" Parts us not a second time. 1815. ----- SULEIKA. WITH what inward joy, sweet lay, I thy meaning have descried! Lovingly thou seem'st to say That I'm ever by his side; That he ever thinks of me, That he to the absent gives All his love's sweet ecstasy, While for him alone she lives. Yes, the mirror which reveals Thee, my loved one, is my breast; This the bosom, where thy seals Endless kisses have impress'd. Numbers sweet, unsullied truth, Chain me down in sympathy! Love's embodied radiant youth, In the garb of poesy! 1819.* ----- IN thousand forms mayst thou attempt surprise, Yet, all-beloved-one, straight know I thee; Thou mayst with magic veils thy face disguise, And yet, all-present-one, straight know I thee. Upon the cypress' purest, youthful bud, All-beauteous-growing-one, straight know I thee; In the canal's unsullied, living flood, All-captivating-one, well know I thee. When spreads the water-column, rising proud, All-sportive one, how gladly know I thee; When, e'en in forming, is transform'd the cloud, All-figure-changing-one, there know I thee. Veil in the meadow-carpet's flowery charms, All-checkered-starry-fair-one, know I thee; And if a plant extend its thousand arms, O, all-embracing-one, there know I thee. When on the mount is kindled morn's sweet light, Straightway, all-gladdening-one, salute I thee, The arch of heaven o'er head grows pure and bright,-- All-heart-expanding-one, then breathe I thee. That which my inward, outward sense proclaims, Thou all-instructing-one, I know through thee; And if I utter Allah's hundred names, A name with each one echoes, meant for thee. 1819.* ----- IX. SAKE NAME. THE CONVIVIAL BOOK. CAN the Koran from Eternity be? 'Tis worth not a thought! Can the Koran a creation, then, be? Of that, I know nought! Yet that the book of all books it must be, I believe, as a Mussulman ought. That from Eternity wine, though, must be, I ever have thought; That 'twas ordain'd, ere the Angels, to be, As a truth may be taught. Drinkers, however these matters may be, Gaze on God's face, fearing nought. 1815. ----- YE'VE often, for our drunkenness, Blamed us in ev'ry way, And, in abuse of drunkenness,