And I caught a glimpse of a hidden, lofty religion

that which transcends all counting and enumeration.

So I became a lover of the Veiled Religion

though the ignorant rebuked and the enemies refuted.

A religion that is the Pure Truth, and all else

are innovations—or if you wish, mere fashions.

A religion that is the illuminating morn if you travel

and if you stay, it is the lush Paradise.

A religion that, if you approach it, is the melting of dew

and if you are estranged¹, it is the Threat and the tempests.

A religion as clear as the day; and I see no other

whose courtyard the impurities have so avoided.

A religion whose heart is void of all rancor

so when has any other been free of extremism?

A religion where the rich are dutiful to the poor

while in others, the poor are pushed away.

A religion whose Guardian is merciful to the weak

while in its "others," the weak are humiliated.