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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In Life’s old garden nations lived who all its fruits enjoyed, While others longed in vain, while some the winter blasts destroyed; Its trees are legion; some decay, While others flush with bloom, And thousands still their birth await, Hid in the garden’s womb; A symbol of luxuriance, The Tree of Islam reigns, Its fruits achieved with centuries of garden-tending pains. Your robe is free from dust of home, Not yours such narrow ties, That Yousuf you, who Canaan sweet, In every Egypt lies; The qafila can never disperse You holdest the starting bells9 Nothing else is needed, if your will Your onward march impels. You candle-tree! your wick-like root, Its top with flame illumes, Your thought is fire, its very breath all future care consumes. And you will suffer no surcease should Iran’s star decline, It is not the vessel which decides the potency of wine; It is proved to all the world, from tales of Tartar conquerors, The Kaaba brave defenders found in temple-worshippers. In you relies the bark of God, Adrift beyond the bar, The new-born age is dark as night, And you its dim pole-star. The Bulgars march! the fiend of war in fearful fury breathes; The message comes: “Sleepers, awake! The Balkan cauldron seethes.” You deem this a cause of grief,Your heart is mortified; But no, your pride, your sacrifice, Thus, once again, are tried. Beneath your foes if chargers neigh? Why tremble you in fright? For never, never, shall their breath extinguish Heaven’s light. Not yet have other nations seen what you are truly worth, The realm of Being has need of you for perfecting this earth. If anything yet keeps world alive, ‘It is yours impetuous zeal, And you will rise its ruling star, And you will shape its weal. This is no time for idle rest, Much yet remains undone; The lamp of tawhid needs your touch to make it shame the sun! You are like fragrance in the bud, Diffuse yourself: be free. Perfume the garden breeze, and fill the earth with scent of you. From dusty speck, do you increase to trackless desert-main. From a faint breeze, a tempest grow, Become a hurricane! Raise you, through Love, all humble to greatness and to fame; Enlighten you the groping world with dear Muhammad’s Name.
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