(The Rise of Islam) Stanza # 1 .... Date .. 28 November 2017

The dimness of the stars is evidence of the bright morning.
The sun has risen over the horizon; the time of deep slumber has passed.

The blood of life runs in the veins of the dead East:
Avicenna and Farabi cannot understand this secret.

The storm in the West made Muslims Muslims.
Pearls are produced in abundance from the very buffetings of the sea.

The true believers are once more to receive from the court of God
The glory of the Turkamans, the intellect of the Indians and the eloquence of the Arabs.

If there is still some trace of sleep left in the buds, my nightingale,
Then make your songs more plaintive, for you found their desire to hear your melody too little.

Whether your agitation be in the courtyard of the garden, in the nest, in the leafy branches—
This quicksilver‐destiny cannot be separated from mercury.

Why should that pure‐seeing eye look at the glitter of armour on the horse
When it sees the valour of the holy warrior?

Make the lamp of desire bright in the heart of the tulip!
Make every particle of the garden a martyr to search!