Compared with men’s dark bosoms, I may well be proud.
I shed a feeble light, that men may bear my beams,
He cannot look upon the sun’s too ardent streams.
I’ve mixed with honey vinegar; made oxymel;
A remedy to bring to man’s diseases fell.”165
Art rid of thy disease, my friend? Then set aside
The vinegar. Rejoice thy soul with honey’s tide.
When freed from lusts, the heart of man in full health shines.
God said: “The Merciful on heaven’s high throne reclines.”[400]
God rules the heart direct, free from all means to aid,