EPILOGUE

You are a sword, come out of your cover,
Come out of your sheath.
Remove the veil from your potentialities,
Take hold of the moon, the sun and the stars.
Illumine your night by-the light of faith, 5
Take your white hand out of the armpit.1
He who has opened his eyes on the heart
Has sown a spark and reaped a fire.
Have a spark from my innermost heart,
For my heart is as fiery as Rumi's. 10
Otherwise get fire from the new Culture of the West,
Adorn your exterior and bring spiritual death on you.

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