Of all the travellers upon this long road, Where is he that has returned, that he may tell us the secret? Take heed that in this mansion (by way of metaphor) Thou leavest nothing, for thou wilt not come back. _Ref._: C. 270, L. 424, B. 420, S.P. 216, P. 121, B. ii. 286, P. v. 9.--W. 258, N. 217, V. 462. C. 211 and 277 contain the same image. LXV.* The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep, They told their comrades, and to Sleep return'd. This quatrain is translated from C. 127. Those who have become oceans of excellence and cultivation, And from the collection of their perfections have become lights of their fellows, Have not made a road out of this dark night, They have told a fable and have gone to sleep. _Ref._: C. 127, L. 261, B. 258, P. 86, T. 101.--W. 209, N. 464, V. 266. LXVI.* I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd, «I myself am Heav'n and Hell»: This quatrain is inspired by O. 15. Already on the Day of Creation, beyond the heavens, my soul Searched for the Tablet and Pen, and for heaven and hell, At last the Teacher said to me with His enlightened judgment, «Tablet and Pen, and heaven and hell, are within thyself.»[71] _Ref._: O. 15, L. 59, B. 56, P. 114, B. ii. 69, P. v. 79--W. 114, V. 58. LXVII.* Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire, And Hell the Shadow from a Soul on fire, Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves, So late emerged from, shall so soon expire. The inspiration for this verse comes from O. 33. The heavenly vault is a girdle (cast) from my weary body. Jihun[72] is a water-course worn by my filtered tears, Hell is a spark from my useless worries, Paradise is a moment of time when I am tranquil. _Ref._: O. 33, C. 90, L. 199, B. 196, S.P. 90, P. 148, T. 70, P. v. 183.--W. 92, N. 90, V. 195. FitzGerald's verse was evidently also influenced by distich 1866 of the Mantik ut-tair. Heaven and hell are reflections, the one of thy goodness, and the other of thy wrath. LXVIII. We are no other than a moving row Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held In Midnight by the Master of the Show; This quatrain is translated from O. 108. This vault of heaven beneath which we stand bewildered, We know to be a sort of magic-lantern:[73] Know thou that the sun is the flame and the universe is the lamp, We are like figures that revolve in it. _Ref._: O. 108, C. 332, L. 505, B. 501, S.P. 266, P. 40, B. ii. 356, P. iv. 34.--W. 310, N. 267, E.C. 28, de T. 10, V. 545. LXIX.