We are more naked than that lady of Tai, We are unveiled before the nations of the world. 380 In him is our trust on the Day of Judgement, And in this world too he is our protector. Both his favour and his wrath are entirely a mercy: That is a mercy to his friends and this to his foes. He opened the gates of mercy to his enemies, 385 He gave to Mecca the message, “No blame shall be laid upon you.” We who know not the bonds of country Resemble sight, which is one though it be the light of two eyes. We belong to the Hijáz and China and Persia, Yet we are the dew of one smiling dawn. 390 We are all under the spell of the eye of the cupbearer from Mecca, We are united as wine and cup. He burnt clean away distinctions of lineage, His fire consumed this trash and rubble. We are like a rose with many petals but with one perfume: 395 He is the soul of this society, and he is one. We were the secret concealed in his heart: He spake out fearlessly, and we were revealed. The song of love for him fills my silent reed, A hundred notes throb in my bosom. 400 How shall I tell what devotion he inspires? A block of dry wood wept at parting from him.[41] The Moslem’s being is where he manifests his glory: Many a Sinai springs from the dust on his path. My image was created by his mirror, 405 My dawn rises from the sun of his breast. My repose is a perpetual fever, My evening hotter than the morning of Judgement Day:[42] He is the April cloud and I his garden, My vine is bedewed with his rain. 410 I sowed mine eye in the field of Love And reaped a harvest of delight. “The soil of Medina is sweeter than both worlds: Oh, happy the town where dwells the Beloved!”[43] I am lost in admiration of the style of Mullá Jámí: 415 His verse and prose are a remedy for my immaturity. He has written poetry overflowing with beautiful ideas And has threaded pearls in praise of the Master-- “Mohammed is the preface to the book of the universe: All the world are slaves and he is the Master.” 420 From the wine of Love spring many qualities: Amongst the attributes of Love is blind devotion. The saint of Bistám, who in devotion was unique, Abstained from eating a water-melon.[44] Be a lover constant in devotion to thy beloved, 425 That thou mayst cast thy noose and capture God. Sojourn for a while on the Hirá of the heart,[45] Abandon self and flee to God. Strengthened by God, return to thy self And break the heads of the Lát and Uzzá of sensuality.[46] 430 By the might of Love evoke an army, Reveal thyself on the Fárán of Love,[47] That the Lord of the Ka’ba may show thee favour And interpret to thee the text, “Lo, I will appoint a