And Eternity slumbers within its embrace

Intoxicated by the pure nectar of its disciplines

Divine Power flutters at its peak

And Justice is tethered to its tent-ropes

And the Jinn slip through its vast spaces

Submitting¹ to the terror with their fangs

Goodness lashes them with the whip of requital

And Forbearance seizes them by their necks

The sign of Jesus was sent down among us

Has anyone among us triumphed save its companions?

And the fire of Moses at his Sinai

And the palm tree of the Virgin in her sanctuary

And the cup of Socrates, yet it is

For the adversary, nothing but the venom it exhales

And the garment of Jacob when a soul

Grows dark and finds no rest in its affliction

And the Lady of the Crown upon her throne