In keenest expectation. I’m stone of offence.
“Is this a spell to witch the eyes? Is it the truth?
To me thou art a wolf; I’m Joseph to thee, sooth.35
Though worlds there may be, eighteen thousand globes, and more;
Not every eye has power to witness all their store.
Disclose thy secret, ‘Alī,—God’s own ‘Chosen One!’[411]
How many ‘judges’ errors’ work God’s will alone!
Pray tell me what, just now, has been revealed to thee;
Or I’ll disclose the vision I’ve been made to see.
If thou the secret keep, I will declare its sense,