Treasure Island

Farīd ud-Dīn Attar Abū Hamīd bin Abū Bakr Ibrāhīm


The Triumph of the Soul


Joy! Joy! I triumph! Now no more I know

Myself as simply me. I burn with love

Unto myself, and bury me in love.

The centre is within me and its wonder

Lies as a circle everywhere about me.

Joy! Joy! No mortal thought can fathom me.

I am the merchant and the pearl at once.

Lo, Time and Space lie crouching at my feet.

Joy! Joy! When I would reveal in a rapture.

I plunge into myself and all things know.

Submitted: Monday, April 05, 2010

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