Faith, Idol, Ka'ba-Fane Am I

Faith, idol, Ka'ba-fane am I; who smites the sphere a-spin am I;
The cloud upon the heavens' face, likewise the rains that rain am I.

The thunderbolt that flasheth forth, that, flashing, weaves itself in birth;
The poison-snake that deep in earth to creep and cower is fain am I.

The one who Hamza drew o'er Qaf, who swelled his hands and feet therewith;
Who many from their thrones drave off, the King of Wisdom's Rayne am I.

The cloud that doth to heaven ascend, the rain that doth to earth descend.
The haze and mist that doth before the sightless eyes remain am I.

Who buildeth bone and flesh and skin, who keepeth this a living thing,
Who lieth Wisdom's crib within and Power's milk doth drain am I.

Who summer brings and earth doth cheer, who makes our heart-house His repair;
Who doth consent to dam and sire, who knoweth Serfhood's gain am I.

Full many an one have I made thrall, I've lived a merry life withal;
What coalless burns, what leaps when hammer-blows on iron rain am I.

Let him come here who suffers woe that I to him a place may show;
My heart his home, mine eye his town; Time in the Cycle-train am I.

It is not Yunus sayeth this, 'tis Power's Tongue that speaketh thus;
Who credits not a paynim is, the First and Latest e'en am I.