The world had lost its sight
And the glass of the heart forsook,
But an eye now sees the light
That into the heart can look.
Dark is the night, twists the road,
All faithless the wayfarers;
And the caravans guide what load
Of problems oppressive bears!
Drunk are the feckless spy,
The lover, the messenger;
So the words of the sweethearts lie
In how many loads to wear.
Its faith of believer true,
Its doubt of the infidel
O Muslims, what shall I do
With the heart that in me doth dwell?
Sometimes the helmsmans skill
The storm doth display, and more!
Lo, the waves, impetuous will
Hath cast our craft on the shore.
Who fashioned these seeing eyes
In the wave, far in ocean lost,
That the pearl in the seas heart lies,
And the potsherd breaks on the coast?
No part of my souls unrest
Hath stirred in my Native land;
With my magic I tried my best,
It was lost on the desert sand.
If a New World thou hast
In thy bosom, declare thy faith!
Wounded in heart and breast,
Europe is nigh to death.