In Memory of My Incomparable Friend: the Offering of an Unworthy Brother at the Shrine of that Most High and Holy Spirit
" In Memory of my incomparable Friend. the offering of an unworthy brother at the shrine of that most high and holy Spirit.
(1)
" O bird of the morning, when this gloomy night puts aside its dark deeds,
And, at the life-giving breath of the Dawn, besotted slumber departs from the heads of those who sleep,
And the Loved One enthroned on the dark blue litter loosens the knots from her golden-threaded locks,
And God is manifested in perfection, while Ahriman of evil nature withdraws to his citadel,
Remember, O remember, that extinguished Lamp!
(2)
" O companion of Joseph in this bondage, when the interpretation of the Dream becomes plain to thee,
And thy heart is full of joy, and thy lips with sweet laughter, and thou art as thy friends would have thee, and envied by thy foes,
And thou hast gone back to thy friends and kin, freer than the zephyr or the moonlight,
Remember him who, for a while throughout the night, in the desire to meet the friends, with thee counted the stars until the morning.
(3)
" When the garden smiles again, poor, longing nightingale,
And when the horizons become like the picture-gallery of China with hyacinths, red roses and marjoram,
And when the rose is red, and the dew stands like sweat on its cheek, while thou hast relinquished rest and consideration,
Remember that budding rose which bloomed before its time, and which withered in sorrow in the chill of December ere it had assuaged the fires of its cravings!
(4)
" O thou who wert the companion in the Desert of " Imran's son! When these few years have elapsed,
And that sweet comrade at the Banquet of Wisdom hath made manifest his promise,
And when each morning the fragrance of ambergris and aloes ascends to Saturn from the Golden Altar,
Remember him who, for the sins of an ignorant people, yielded up his life in the Desert, hoping for a sight of the Promised Land!
(5)
" When the times are once more propitious, O Child of the Golden Age,
And God, gladdened by the obedience of His Servants, once again assumes Divinity,
And there endures neither the fashion of Iram nor the name of Shaddad, but earth stops the mouth of him whose food was filth ( i.e. whose words were folly),
Remember him who, punished for the crime of glorifying the truth, drained the draught of Union from the point of the headsman's sword! "
(1)
" O bird of the morning, when this gloomy night puts aside its dark deeds,
And, at the life-giving breath of the Dawn, besotted slumber departs from the heads of those who sleep,
And the Loved One enthroned on the dark blue litter loosens the knots from her golden-threaded locks,
And God is manifested in perfection, while Ahriman of evil nature withdraws to his citadel,
Remember, O remember, that extinguished Lamp!
(2)
" O companion of Joseph in this bondage, when the interpretation of the Dream becomes plain to thee,
And thy heart is full of joy, and thy lips with sweet laughter, and thou art as thy friends would have thee, and envied by thy foes,
And thou hast gone back to thy friends and kin, freer than the zephyr or the moonlight,
Remember him who, for a while throughout the night, in the desire to meet the friends, with thee counted the stars until the morning.
(3)
" When the garden smiles again, poor, longing nightingale,
And when the horizons become like the picture-gallery of China with hyacinths, red roses and marjoram,
And when the rose is red, and the dew stands like sweat on its cheek, while thou hast relinquished rest and consideration,
Remember that budding rose which bloomed before its time, and which withered in sorrow in the chill of December ere it had assuaged the fires of its cravings!
(4)
" O thou who wert the companion in the Desert of " Imran's son! When these few years have elapsed,
And that sweet comrade at the Banquet of Wisdom hath made manifest his promise,
And when each morning the fragrance of ambergris and aloes ascends to Saturn from the Golden Altar,
Remember him who, for the sins of an ignorant people, yielded up his life in the Desert, hoping for a sight of the Promised Land!
(5)
" When the times are once more propitious, O Child of the Golden Age,
And God, gladdened by the obedience of His Servants, once again assumes Divinity,
And there endures neither the fashion of Iram nor the name of Shaddad, but earth stops the mouth of him whose food was filth ( i.e. whose words were folly),
Remember him who, punished for the crime of glorifying the truth, drained the draught of Union from the point of the headsman's sword! "
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