Zaburi Ajam [Electronic resources] نسخه متنی

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We are gone astray from God;

He is searching upon the road,

For like us, He is need entire

And the prisoner of desire.

On the tulip’s petal He writes

The message His heart indites,

Yea, and His voice is heard

In the passionate song of the bird.

He lay in the iris’ fold

Our loveliness to behold;

Bright cup of the ardent gaze

Whose glance is a hymn of praise!

Parted from us, forlorn

He sighs with the breath of morn,

Within and out He doth stand,

Around, and on every hand.

Great riot created He

A creature of clay to see,

Fashioned the piercing view

To gaze upon mortal hue.

Hidden in every grain

Not yet is He known to man,

Though bright as the full moon’s grace

In cottage and street is His face.

In our envelope all of dust

The jewel of life is lost;

Is it we, or Himself (O say),

This pearl that is gone astray?