XIX: When that rose, out of nothingness, a form…

When that rose, out of nothingness, a form assumed,
The violet fell down, in adoration, at its feet.

Thou shalt drink from the cup of the perfect-one,
If to the melody of flute and harp, thy intellect respond.

Make thine heart the pleasant meadow of Abraham!
And become thou, as the scorching fire of Nimrud therein!

Behold the fidelity and sincerity of the world!
See how it deserted the tribes of Thamud and Aead!

Like as the rose bloometh, so it fadeth away;
As its short life, so is mine also computed.

Where is the rose, and where, too, is the thorn?
For all things soever there is a purpose fixed.

Let the idea of a partner with God perish:
The Indivisible is one only, and Omnipresent.

He hath entered into the emporium of infinity:
He is the attestor, and He is the attested become.

The adored, from His countenance hath raised the veil;
And the fortune of Mirza become propitious and august.