غزل شمارهٔ 3048

You are my heaven, I am the earth in astonishment; every moment what things have you set growing in my heart.

I am the dry-lipped earth; rain that water of grace. Of your water earth discovers rose and rose garden.

What does the earth know, what have you sown in its heart? It is pregnant by you, and you know what it is bearing.

Every atom is pregnant by you with another mystery; for a while you writhe with the pregnant women in agony.

What things are in the womb of this enfolded earth from which are born “I am the truth” and the cry “Glory to me!”

Now it groans, and a camel is born of its womb; a staff falls and takes the way of serpenthood.

The prophet said, “Know the believer is like a camel, always drunk with God who looks after his camel.

“Now he brands him, and now sets provender before him; now he binds his knees with the shackle of reason,

“And now he loosens his knees to dance like a camel, to rend asunder the bridle and go in disarray.”

See how the meadow can not contain itself for joy, since the spiritual garden has given it so many forms.

See the power of the Universal Soul to impart understanding, so that through it the dullard earth has become a spiritual shaper.

Like the Universal Soul, the whole plenum is a veil or curtain of the Sun of Majesty who has no second,

The eternal Sun which never sets, the light of whose face is neither of the Aquarius nor of Libra.

One by one all that He sowed is appearing. Silence, for the oyster shells are pregnant with the divine pearls.