Until an angel’s nothing,[260] he’s a sheer demon.
In word and act a man may be a friend of ours;
But when it comes to heart and mind, he huffs and lours.
If he from esse, reach not posse’s state, he’s nil;
And willingly;—unwillingly, we may worlds fill.80
The Soul, our God, ’s perfection. Perfect is His “call.”[261]
His Ahmed used to say: “Ensoul us, O Bilāl![262]
Lift up thy voice, O Bilāl,—thy harmonious voice.
Put forth the breath that I infused at thy heart’s choice.
The breath that ’twas made Adam lose all consciousness;