‘Why was Adam driven from the garden?’ The pupil asked his master. ‘His heart was hardened With images, a hundred bonds that clutter the earth Chained Adam to the cycle of death following birth. He was blind to this equation, living for something other Than God and so out of paradise he was driven With his mortal body’s cover his soul was shriven. Noblest of God’s creatures, Adam fell with blame, Like a moth shriveled by the candle’s flame, Into history which taught mankind shame. Since Adam had not given up his heart To God’s attachment, there was no part For Adam in paradise where the only friend Is God; His will is not for Adam to imagine and bend.’
O thou, who springest gloriously From thy Creator’s fountain blest, Arise, depart, for this is not thy -rest! The way is long, thou must preparèd be, Thy Maker bids thee seek thy goal— Return then to thy rest, my soul, For bountifully has God dealt with thee.
Behold! I am a stranger here, My days like fleeting shadows seem. When wilt thou, if not now, thy life redeem? And when thou seek’st thy Maker have no fear, For if thou have but purified Thy heart from stain of sin and pride, Thy righteous deeds to him shall draw thee near.
O thou in strength who treadest, learn To know thyself, cast dreams away! The goal is distant far, and short the day. What canst thou plead th’ Almighty’s grace to earn? Would thou the glory of the Lord Behold, O soul? With prompt accord Then to thy Father’s house return, return!
A world there is for those in love with mines of precious stones, But bards select a different world as setting for their thrones. The bird who eats love’s magic grain lives on another plane — His nest beyond both worlds, ignoring riches, scorning fame.
Your servant sits here in a place, A place where joys increase: A singing girl (a radiant moon!) Plays on her harp sweet tunes. All that we need for happiness Is here – except your face. Therefore we two implore you, friend: Please join us; please come soon!
O Allah shower Your blessings upon him from whom burst open the secrets, From whom stream forth the lights, And in whom rise up the realities, And upon whom descended the sciences of Adam, by which all creatures are made powerless, And blessings upon him before whom all understanding is diminished. None of us totally comprehend him, whether in the past or the future. The gardens of the spiritual kingdom blossom ornately with the resplendence of his beauty, And the reservoirs of the World of Dominion overflow with the outpouring of his light. There is nothing that is not connected to him, Because if there were no intercessor, everything to be interceded for would vanish, as it is said. So bless him with a prayer that is worthy of You, from You, as befits his stature. O Allah indeed he is Your all-encompassing secret that leads through You to You And he is Your Supreme Veil raised before You, between Your Hands. O Allah include me among his descendants and confirm me through his account And let me know him with a deep knowledge that keeps me safe from the wells of ignorance, So that I might drink to fullness from the wells of excellence. Carry me on his path to Your Presence Encompassed by Your Victory, And strike through me at the false so that I may destroy it. Plunge me into the seas of Oneness, Pull me out of the morass of metaphorical Unity, And drown me in the Essence of the Ocean of Unicity Until I neither see, nor hear, nor find, nor sense, except through It. O Allah make the Supreme Veil the life of my spirit And his soul the secret of my reality And his reality the conflux of my worlds Through the realization of the First Truth. O First! O Last! O Manifest! O Most Hidden! Hear my call as You heard the call of your servant Zachary And grant me victory through You for You, And support me through You, for You, And join me to You And come between myself and anything other than You—