غزل شمارهٔ 55

Each atom’s body like a spark I set a quivering, each atom quivers through the dark and soars as on a wing.

List to my music burning new! Each diamantine grain I fashion like a drop of dew to trickle soft as rain.

From manifesting’s stage when break my soft, sweet melodies, even in the dead of night I make the dawn desire to rise.

Joseph, concealed from sight so long, I have revealed anew, that I may fire the needy throng his beauty to pursue.

Dear love that doth man’s patience try, to dust in ecstasy hath given eyes to weep, and I the wondrous joy to see.