If thou canst rule thy camel, thou wilt rule the world And wear on thine head the crown of Solomon. Thou wilt be the glory of the world whilst the world lasts, 895 And thou wilt reign in the kingdom incorruptible. ‘Tis sweet to be God’s vicegerent in the world And exercise sway over the elements. God’s vicegerent is as the soul of the universe, His being is the shadow of the Greatest Name. 900 He knows the mysteries of part and whole, He executes the command of Allah in the world. When he pitches his tent in the wide world, He rolls up this ancient carpet.[71] His genius abounds with life and desires to manifest itself: 905 He will bring another world into existence. A hundred worlds like this world of parts and wholes Spring up, like roses, from the seed of his imagination. He makes every raw nature ripe, He puts the idols out of the sanctuary. 910 Heart-strings give forth music at his touch, He wakes and sleeps for God alone. He teaches age the melody of youth And endows everything with the radiance of youth. To the human race he brings both a glad message and a warning, 915 He comes both as a soldier and as a marshal and prince. He is the final cause of “God taught Adam the names of all things,”[72] He is the inmost sense of “Glory to Him that transported His servant by night.”[73] His white hand is strengthened by the staff,[74] His knowledge is twinned with the power of a perfect man. 920 When that bold cavalier seizes the reins, The steed of Time gallops faster. His awful mien makes the Red Sea dry, He leads Israel out of Egypt. At his cry, “Arise,” the dead spirits 925 Rise in their bodily tomb, like pines in the field. His person is an atonement for all the world, By his grandeur the world is saved.[75] His protecting shadow makes the mote familiar with the sun, His rich substance makes precious all that exists. 930 He bestows life by miraculous works, He founds a new system to work by. Splendid visions rise from the print of his foot, Many a Moses is entranced by his Sinai. He gives a new explanation of Life, 935 A new interpretation of this dream. His hidden being is Life’s mystery, The unheard music of Life’s harp. Nature travails in blood for generations To compose the harmony of his personality. 940 When our handful of earth has reached the zenith, That champion will come forth from this dust! There sleeps amidst the ashes of To-day The flame of a world-consuming morrow. Our bud enfolds a garden of roses, 945 Our eyes are bright with to-morrow’s dawn. Appear, O rider of Destiny! Appear, O light of the dark realm of Change! Illumine the scene of existence,