Be careful here, my friend, truth can burn

But cannot bring you down; a given is a given:

A man is fooled within himself; he will be driven

In and of his own delight, impelled at every turn

Toward the Qiblah of his creation as the sun

Will rise from his East, recline and resign

Toward his West. As the rains decline

From highest peaks seduced to run

To the ocean, so, too, creation brooks no barrier,

No alteration in its prodigies. Light ordained

Is not the lamp, nor within a wick retained,

But consecrated within the oil; its properties tarry.

Be assured. Energies within the lamp will reign;

Where comes a spark, no light can be restrained.