This runs athwart the flow'ery plain,
That breasts the bush, the steep, the crag,
in sun and wind and snow and rain:

Who treads the first must look adown,
must deem his life an all in all;
Must see no heights where man may rise,
must sight no depths where man may fall.

Allah in Adam form must view;
adore the Maker in the made.
Content to bask in Maya's smile,*
in joys of pain, in lights of shade.

* Illusion.

He breaks the Law, he burns the Book,
he sends the Moolah back to school;
Laughs at the beards of Saintly men;
and dubs the Prophet dolt and fool,

Embraces Cypress' taper-waist;
cools feet on wavy breast of rill;
Smiles in the Nargis' love-lorn eyes,
and 'joys the dance of Daffodil;

Melts in the saffron light of Dawn
to hear the moaning of the Dove;
Delights in Sundown's purpling hues
when Bulbul woos the Rose's love.