Essays on Islám

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S.P.C.K. Departmentôt, 1901 - 267 oldal
 

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45. oldal - That each, who seems a separate whole, Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet: Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside; And I shall know him when we meet...
172. oldal - I seek refuge in the Lord of men, the King of men, the God of men, from the evil of the whisperer, who slinks off, who whispers into the hearts of men!-from ginns and men!
17. oldal - Life of Life ! thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them ; And thy smiles before they dwindle Make the cold air fire; then screen them In those looks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes.
15. oldal - Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.
5. oldal - I was a hidden treasure and I desired to be known, so I created the creation in order that I might be known.
31. oldal - I am He whom I love, and He whom I love is I : We are two spirits dwelling in one body. If thou seest me, thou seest Him, And if thou seest Him, thou seest us both.
66. oldal - The thralls of yearning love constrain in the bonds of pain and calamity These broken-hearted lovers of thine to yield their lives in their zeal for thee. Though with sword in hand my Darling stand with intent to slay, though I sinless be, If it pleases him, this tyrant's whim, I am well content with his tyranny. As in sleep I lay at the...
139. oldal - I testify that there is no god but Allah and Muhammad is the Prophet of Allah'.
19. oldal - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win 45 The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
94. oldal - ... hair and beard flowing down in indistinguishable luxuriance almost to the waist seemed to belie. No need to ask in whose presence I stood, as I bowed myself before one who is the object of a devotion and love which kings might envy and emperors sigh for in vain!

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