Who treads the first must look adown, must deem his life an all in all; Must see no heights where man may rise, must sight no depths where man may fall.

Allah in Adam form must view; adore the Maker in the made. Content to bask in Mâyâ’s smile,* in joys of pain, in lights of shade.

He breaks the Law, he burns the Book, he sends the Moolah back to school; Laughs at the beards of Saintly men; and dubs the Prophet dolt and fool,

Embraces Cypress’ taper-waist; cools feet on wavy breast of rill; Smiles in the Nargis’ love-lorn eyes, and ’joys the dance of Daffodil;

Melts in the saffron light of Dawn to hear the moaning of the Dove; Delights in Sundown’s purpling hues when Bulbul woos the Rose’s love.