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. | |