That Despair, Grief and Fear are the Mother of Abominations, destroying Life ; end that Belief in Unity of God puts an end to those Foul Diseases
of desire condemns
To Death; Life rests secure on the behest
Do not despair. Desire continuing 16
The substance is of hope, while hopelessness
Poisons the very blood of life. Despair
Presses thee down, a tombstone on thy heart,
And, though thou be as high as Alondís mount,17
It casts thee down; impotence is the slave
Of its poor favours, unambition hangs
Upon its skirts. Despair lulls life asleep,
And proves the langour of its element;
The spiritís eye is blinded by the smear
Of its collyrium, and brightest day 18
Transformed to pitchy night ; lifeís faculties
Die at its breath, Lifeís springs are all dried up.
Despair and Sorrow sleep beneath one quilt;
Grief, like a lancet, pierces the soulís vein.
O thou who art a prisoner of care,
Learn from the Prophetís message, Do not grieve 19
This lesson fortified with trusty faith
The heart of Abu Bakr, and with the cup 20
Of blessed certitude rejoiced his soul.
The Muslim, well content with Godís good grace,
Is like a star, and goes upon his way
Smiling. If thou acknowledgest a God,
Shake free from sorrow, and deliver thee
From vain imaging of Fortuneís turns.
Belief The Panacea
Life more abundant
strength of faith bestows.
No fear shall be upon them: let this be21
Constantly on thy lips. When Moses strides
Before the Pharaoh, steadfast is his heart
As he remembereth Thou shalt not fear .22
Fear; save of God, is the dire enemy
Of Works, the highwayman that plundereth
LifeĎs caravan. Purpose most resolute.
When fear attends, thinks upon what may be,
And lofty zeal to circumspection yields.19
Or let its seed be sown within thy soil,
Life remains stunted of its full display.
Feeble its nature is, and well accords.
With heart a-tremble and with palsied hand.
Fear robs the foot of strength to rove abroad,
And filches from the brain the power of thought.
Thy enemy, observing thee afraid,
Will pluck thee from thy bower like a bloom;
Stronger will be the impact of his swords.
His very glance transfix thee like a knife.
Fear is a chain that fetters close our feet,
A hundred torrents roaring in our sea.
And if thy melody not freely soars,
Fear has relaxed the tension of thy strings ;
Then twist the pegs that keep thy lute in tune,
And hear its music mount into the skies
In unrestrained and passionate lament.
Fear is a spy sent from the clime of Death,
Its spirit dark and chill as Deathís own heart;
Its eye wreaks havoc in the realm of Life,
Its earís a thief of Lifeís intelligence.
Whatever evil lurks within thy heart.
Thou cast be certain that its origin
Is fear: fraud, cunning, malice, lies Ė all these
Flourish on terror, who is wrapped about
With falsehood and hypocrisy for veil,
And fondles foul sedition at her breast.
And since it is least strong when zeal is high,
It is most happy in disunion.
Who understands the Prophetís clue aright
Sees infidelity concealed in fear.