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Appendix 5
Though they grace the couns of kings, Their minds are fixed in holy meditation. Their words are weighed with reason, They know that God's works are legion. Law which like the fabled bull supports the earth Is of compassion born; Though it bind the world in harmony, Its strands are thin and worn. He who the truth would learn Must know of the bull and the load it bore, For there are worlds besides our own And beyond them many more. Who is it thal bears these burdens? What power bears him that beareth them? Of creatures of diverse kinds and colours The ever-flowing pen hath made record. Can anyone write what it hath writ Or say how great a task was it? How describe His beauty and His might? His OOl!Dty how estimate? How speak of Him who with one word Did the whole universe create, And made a thousand rivers flow therein?
What might have I to praise Thy might? I have not power Lo give it praise. Whatever be Thy wish, I say Amen. Mayst Thou endure, 0 Formless One.
17 There is no count of those who pray, Nor of those who Thee adore; There is no count of those who worship, Nor of those who by penance set store. There is no count of those who read the holy books aloud Nor of those who think of the world's sorrows and lament. There is no count of sages immersed in thought and reason, Nor of those who love humanity and are benevolenL There is no count of warriors who match their strength with steel, Nor of those who contemplate in peace and are silent.
Appendix 5
Though they grace the couns of kings, Their minds are fixed in holy meditation. Their words are weighed with reason, They know that God's works are legion. Law which like the fabled bull supports the earth Is of compassion born; Though it bind the world in harmony, Its strands are thin and worn. He who the truth would learn Must know of the bull and the load it bore, For there are worlds besides our own And beyond them many more. Who is it thal bears these burdens? What power bears him that beareth them? Of creatures of diverse kinds and colours The ever-flowing pen hath made record. Can anyone write what it hath writ Or say how great a task was it? How describe His beauty and His might? His OOl!Dty how estimate? How speak of Him who with one word Did the whole universe create, And made a thousand rivers flow therein?
What might have I to praise Thy might? I have not power Lo give it praise. Whatever be Thy wish, I say Amen. Mayst Thou endure, 0 Formless One.
17 There is no count of those who pray, Nor of those who Thee adore; There is no count of those who worship, Nor of those who by penance set store. There is no count of those who read the holy books aloud Nor of those who think of the world's sorrows and lament. There is no count of sages immersed in thought and reason, Nor of those who love humanity and are benevolenL There is no count of warriors who match their strength with steel, Nor of those who contemplate in peace and are silent.
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