The Kadisah of Haji Abdu El-Yezdi
What Truths hath gleaned that Sage consumed
by many a moon that waxt and waned?
What Prophet-strain be his to sing?
What hath his old Experience gained?
There is no God, no man-made God;
a bigger, stronger, crueller man;
Black phantom of our baby-fears,
ere Thought, the life of Life, began.
Right quoth the Hindu Prince of old,*
An Ishwara for one I nill,
Th almighty everlasting Good
who cannot bate th Eternal Ill:
Your gods may be, what shows they are?
hear Chinas Perfect Sage declare;*
And being, what to us be they
who dwell so darkly and so far?
All matter hath a birth and death;
tis made, unmade and made anew;
We choose to call the Maker God:
such is the Zâhids owly view.
You changeful finite Creatures strain
(rejoins the Drawer of the Wine)*