Poem XLVIII

1At last thou hast departed and gone to the Unseen;’Tis marvellous by what way thou wentest from the world.

2Thou didst strongly shake thy wings and feathers, and having broken thy cageDidst take to the air and journey towards the world of soul.

3Thou wert a favourite falcon, kept in captivity by an old woman:When thou heard’st the falcon-drum thou didst fly away into the Void.

4Thou wert a love-lorn nightingale among owls:The scent of the rose-garden reached thee, and thou didst go to the rose-garden.

5Thou didst suffer sore head-ache from this bitter ferment;At last thou wentest to the tavern of Eternity.

6Straight as an arrow thou didst make for the mark of bliss;Thou didst speed like an arrow to that mark from this bow.

7The world gave thee false clues, like a ghoul:Thou took’st no heed of the clue, but wentest to that which is without a clue.

8Since thou art now the sun, why dost thou wear a tiara,Why seek a girdle, since thou art gone from the middle?

9I have heard that thou art gazing with distorted eyes upon thy soul:Why dost thou gaze on thy soul, since thou art gone to the soul of Soul?

10O heart, what a wondrous bird art thou, that in chase of divine rewardsThou didst fly with two wings to the spear-point, like a shield!

11The rose flees from autumn—O what a fearless rose art thouWho didst go loitering along in the presence of the autumn wind!