ABSTRACT
Husāmu-’D-Dīn, Light of the Truth, take up, my friend, A sheet, that thou a Teacher’s virtues mayst append. True, thou’rt not strong; thy frame is delicate, at best; But thou’rt the sun that lights my thoughts to their safe nest. Thou art both lamp and lantern, all in one. Dost see? Guide to my heart’s behests, clue to my wish,—thou’rt he. Their thread is in thy hand; thy guidance can it shift; The pearls upon it strung are gems, thy soul’s free gift.
