Thou Perfect Being

Thou Perfect Being, Source whence wisdom's mysteries arise;
Things, the issue of Thine essence, show wherein Thy nature lies.

Manifester of all wisdom, Thou art He whose pen of might
Hath with rays of stars illumined yonder gleaming page, the skies.

That a happy star, indeed, the essence clear of whose bright self
Truly knoweth how the blessings from Thy word that flow to prize.

But a jewel flawed am faulty I: alas, for ever stands
Blank the page of my heart's journal from thought of Thy writing wise.

In the journal of my actions Evil's lines are black indeed;
When I think of Day of Gathering's terrors, blood flows from my eyes.

Gathering of my tears will form a torrent on the Reckoning Day,
If the pearls, my tears, rejecting, He but view them to despise:

Pearls my tears are, O Fuzûlî, from the ocean deep of love;
But they're pearls these, oh! most surely, that the Love of Allah buys!