{"collection":"Islam","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/isl/kas/kas04.htm","path":"isl/kas/kas04.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/isl/kas/kas04.htm","text":"IN these drear wastes of sea-born land,\n these wilds where none may dwell but He,\n What visionary Pasts revive,\n what process of the Years we see:\nGazing beyond the thin blue line\n that rims the far horizon-ring,\n Our sadden'd sight why haunt these ghosts,\n whence do these spectral shadows spring?\nWhat endless questions vex the thought,\n of Whence and Whither, When and How?\n What fond and foolish strife to read\n the Scripture writ on human brow\nAs stand we percht on point of Time,\n betwixt the two Eternities,\n Whose awful secrets gathering round\n with black profound oppress our eyes.\n{p. 14}\n\"This gloomy night, these grisly waves,\n these winds and whirlpools loud and dread:\n What reck they of our wretched plight\n who Safety's shore so lightly tread?\nThus quoth the Bard of Love and Wine,[1]\n whose dream of Heaven ne'er could rise\n Beyond the brimming Kausar-cup\n and Houris with the white-black eyes;\nAh me! my race of threescore years is short,\n but long enough to pall\n My sense with joyless joys as these,\n with Love and Houris, Wine and all.\nAnother boasts he would divorce\n old barren Reason from his bed,\n And wed the Vine-maid in her stead;\n fools who believe a word he said![2]\nAnd \"'Dust thou art to dust returning,'\n ne'er was spoke of human soul\"\n The Soofi cries, 'tis well for him\n that hath such gift to ask its goal.\n[1. H\u00e2fiz of Shir\u00e2z.\n2. Omar-i-Kayy\u00e2m, the tent-maker poet of Persia.]\n\"And this is all, for this we're born\n to weep a little and to die!\"\n So sings the shallow bard whose life\n still labours at the letter \"I.\"\nEar never heard, Eye never saw\n the bliss of those who enter in\n My heavenly kingdom, \"Is\u00e2 said,\n who wailed our sorrows and our sin:\nToo much of words or yet too few!\n What to thy Godhead easier than\n One little glimpse of Paradise\n to ope the eyes and ears of man?\nI am the Truth! I am the Truth!\n we hear the God-drunk gnostic cry\n The microcosm abides in ME;\n Eternal Allah's nought but I!\nMans\u00fbr[1] was wise, but wiser they\n who smote him with the hurl\u00e8d stones;\n And, though his blood a witness bore,\n no wisdom-might could mend his bones.\n[1. A famous Mystic stoned for blasphemy.]\n{p. 16}\n\"Eat, drink, and sport; the rest of life's\n not worth a fillip,\" quoth the King;\n Methinks the saying saith too much:\n the swine would say the selfsame thing!\nTwo-footed beasts that browse through life,\n by death to serve as soil design'd,\n Bow prone to Earth whereof they be,\n and there the proper pleasures find:\nBut you of finer, nobler, stuff,\n ye, whom to Higher leads the High,\n What binds your hearts in common bond\n with creatures of the stall and sty?\nIn certain hope of Life-to-come\n I journey through this shifting scene\n The Z\u00e2hid[1] snarls and saunters down\n his Vale of Tears with confi'dent mien.\nWiser than Amr\u00e2n's Son[2] art thou,\n who ken'st so well the world-to-be,\n The Future when the Past is not,\n the Present merest dreamery;\n[1. The \"Philister\" of \"respectable\" belief.\n2. Moses in the Koran.]\n{p. 17}\nWhat know'st thou, man, of Life?\n and yet, forever twixt the womb, the grave,\n Thou pratest of the Coming Life,\n of Heav'n and Hell thou fain must rave.\nThe world is old and thou art young;\n the world is large and thou art small;\n Cease, atom of a moment's span,\n To hold thyself an All-in-All!\n{p. 18}","title":"The Kas\u00eedah of H\u00e2j\u00ee Abd\u00fb El-Yezd\u00ee: II","type":"page"}