غزل شمارهٔ 56

Lord, who didst bring the stars to birth, look down upon my scattered earth; the atom doth itself enfold; this boundless wilderness behold.

In solitude within my breast immortal beauty lies at rest; beneath this envelope of clay regard the sun’s effulgent ray.

Tumultuous love Thou didst impart to this my frail and mortal heart; see now Thy conflagration roll among the rushes of my soul.

Clothed in the robes of old disgrace note how I labour to efface by hard endeavour every stain, and wash life’s garment white again.

My dust ascending in the air seeks a new heaven to prepare; this atom, That is naught, and less, would populate a wilderness!