The Heart must higher rise, than setting Suns;

The Sun-dance nought can foil is in my Heart.

The Heart has well been named the Shah's own throne;

And warm anointing Oil is in my Heart.

The Heart's deep Ocean rolls a thousand waves;

And rich Pearl-diver's Spoil is in my Heart.

Jeláleddín! The Heart is sure both Mine and Mint;

For Fire, as Gold did boil, is in my Heart.

Not Deaf to Love
XXII.