Its Phidian symmetry no more
Shall beauty’s promise blast.
Apostate to my father’s creed,
I from their heaven am banned;
How o’er Jehennan shall I speed,
By light Al Serat spanned?
The infernal surge, which moans below
Its gossamer arches frail,
Me, plunging to the gulfs of woe,
Will whelm in endless bale.