Commences: “O component parts of that thing NOT.”[248]
Now since they take their rise in this NOT, negative,
They put aside the hollow phantom where we live.
Ye putrid corpses, wrapt in rank corruption’s cloth,
Our everlasting souls are free from birth and growth.15
Were I but to recite one stave from their blest song,
All living souls would rise out from their tombs among.
Lend ear attentively; that may not distant be;
As yet, however, leave’s not given to tell it thee.
The saints are Isrāfīls of this our passing time.