That despair, grief and fear are the mother of abominations, destroying life; and that belief in the Unity of God puts an end to those foul diseases

The amputation of desire condemns To Death; Life rests secure on the behest Do not despair.

Desire continuing The substance is of hope, while hopelessness Poisons the very blood of life.

Despair Presses thee down, a tombstone on thy heart, And, though thou be as high as Alond’s mount, It casts thee down;

impotence is the slave Of its poor favours, unambition hangs Upon its skirts.

Despair lulls life asleep, And proves the langour of its element;

The spirit’s eye is blinded by the smear Of its collyrium, and brightest day Transformed to pitchy night;

life’s faculties Die at its breath, Life’s springs are all dried up.

Despair and Sorrow sleep beneath one quilt; Grief, like a lancet, pierces the soul’s vein.

O thou who art a prisoner of care, Learn from the Prophet’s message, Do not grieve!

This lesson fortified with trusty faith The heart of Abu Bakr, and with the cup Of blessed certitude rejoiced his soul.

The Muslim, well content with God’s good grace, Is like a star, and goes upon his way Smiling.

If thou acknowledgest a God, Shake free from sorrow, and deliver thee From vain imaging of Fortune’s turns.

Life more abundant strength of faith bestows. No fear shall be upon them: let this be Constantly on thy lips.

When Moses strides Before the Pharaoh, steadfast is his heart As he remembereth Thou shalt not fear.

Fear, save of God, is the dire enemy Of Works, the highwayman that plundereth Life‘s caravan.

Purpose most resolute. When fear attends, thinks upon what may be, And lofty zeal to circumspection yields.

Or let its seed be sown within thy soil, Life remains stunted of its full display.

Feeble its nature is, and well accords. With heart a-tremble and with palsied hand.

Fear robs the foot of strength to rove abroad, And filches from the brain the power of thought.

Thy enemy, observing thee afraid, Will pluck thee from thy bower like a bloom;

Stronger will be the impact of his swords, His very glance transfix thee like a knife.

Fear is a chain that fetters close our feet, A hundred torrents roaring in our sea.

And if thy melody not freely soars, Fear has relaxed the tension of thy strings;

Then twist the pegs that keep thy lute in tune, And hear its music mount into the skies In unrestrained and passionate lament.

Fear is a spy sent from the clime of Death, Its spirit dark and chill as Death’s own heart;

Its eye wreaks havoc in the realm of Life, Its ear’s a thief of Life’s intelligence.

Whatever evil lurks within thy heart Thou canst be certain that its origin Is fear:

Is fear: fraud, cunning, malice, lies – all these Flourish on terror

who is wrapped about With falsehood and hypocrisy for veil, And fondles foul sedition at her breast.

And since it is least strong when zeal is high, It is most happy in disunion.

Who understands the Prophet’s clue aright Sees infidelity concealed in fear.