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Moganni Nameh. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Goethe’s Works, vol. 1 (Poems) [1885]

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Goethe’s Works, illustrated by the best German artists, 5 vols. (Philadelphia: G. Barrie, 1885). Vol. 1.

Part of: Goethe’s Works, 5 vols.

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Moganni Nameh.

Who the song would understand.

Needs must seek the song’s own land.

Who the minstrel understand,

Needs must seek the minstrel’s land.

BOOK OF THE MINSTREL.

HEGIRA.

    • NORTH and West and South are crumbling,
    • Kingdoms tremble, thrones are tumbling;
    • To the East fly from annoyance,
    • Seeking patriarchal joyance,
    • Where ’mid love and wine and singing,
    • Chiser’s Fount new life is bringing.
    • There in calm and holy places
    • Will I study primal races;
    • Searching back to dim beginnings
    • For the source of wisdom’s winnings;
    • Wealth of language, lore of heaven,
    • Undisturb’d by discord’s leaven.
    • Children then show’d veneration,
    • Scorn’d was outside obligation!
    • Firmly grown in bone and marrow,
    • Faith was strong though thought was narrow;
    • And the word kept power unbroken,
    • Just because the word was spoken.
    • I will mix with shepherd races—
    • Find enjoyment in oases,
    • With long caravans will wander,
    • Wealth on shawls and spices squander.
    • Every path though rough or pretty
    • Will explore from waste to city.
    • Mountain footways rough and weary,
    • Hafis, do thy songs make cheery;
    • When the guide on muleback clinging
    • Wakes the echoes with his singing;
    • And the stars above are brighten’d,
    • And the lurking brigand frighten’d.
    • When I bathe or when I’m drinking,
    • Hafis great, of thee I’m thinking;
    • When her veil my sweetheart raises,
    • And my cheek her fair hair grazes,
    • Yea, the secret of the poet,
    • E’en the houris long to know it.
    • If you envy him this pleasure,
    • Or would stint him in his measure,
    • Know his poems, gently knocking,
    • For admittance hover flocking,
    • Round the gate of Eden never,
    • Doubting of the life forever.
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DISCORD.

  • WHEN by the brook his strain
  • Cupid is fluting,
  • And on the neighb’ring plain
  • Mavors disputing,
  • There turns the ear ere long,
  • Loving and tender,
  • Yet to the noise the song
  • Soon must surrender.
  • Loud then the flute-notes glad
  • Sound ’mid war’s thunder;
  • If I grow raving mad,
  • Is it a wonder?
  • Flutes sing and trumpets bray,
  • Waxing yet stronger;
  • If, then, my senses stray,
  • Wonder no longer.

TALISMANS.

  • GOD is of the East possess’d,
  • God is ruler of the West;
  • North and South alike, each land
  • Rests within His gentle hand.
  • He, the only righteous one,
  • Wills that right to each be done.
  • ’Mongst His hundred titles, then,
  • Highest praise be this!—Amen.
  • Error seeketh to deceive me,
  • Thou art able to retrieve me;
  • Both in action and in song
  • Keep my course from going wrong.

THE FOUR FAVORS.

    • THAT Arabs through the realms of space
    • May wander on, light-hearted,
    • Great Allah hath, to all their race,
    • Four favors meet imparted.
    • The turban first—that ornament
    • All regal crowns excelling;
    • A light and ever-shifting tent,
    • Wherein to make our dwelling;
    • A sword, which, more than rocks and walls
    • Doth shield us, brightly glist’ning;
    • A song that profits and enthrals,
    • For which the maids are list’ning.

SONG AND STRUCTURE.

    • LET the Greek his plastic clay
    • Mould in human fashion,
    • While his own creation may
    • Wake his glowing passion;
    • But it is our joy to court
    • Great Euphrates’ torrent,
    • Here and there at will to sport
    • In the watery current.
    • Quench’d I thus my spirit’s flame,
    • Songs had soon resounded;
    • Water drawn by bards whose fame
    • Pure is, may be rounded.

CREATION AND VIVIFICATION.

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    • OLD Adam was a clod of earth
    • Which God a man created,
    • Yet he, in spite of such a birth,
    • Was unsophisticated!
    • The Elohim blew down his nose
    • The breath of life most pleasing;
    • He now to something great arose:—
    • He caught a fit of sneezing.
    • Yet in his bones and limbs and head
    • He still remain’d half earthy,
    • Till Noah the bumper found, ’tis said,
    • The right thing for the worthy.
    • The clod as soon as he was wet
    • Felt wings of inspiration,
    • Just as the dough when it is set
    • Swells up with fermentation.
    • Thus Hafis, may thy lofty song,
    • Thy glorious example
    • Lead us with clinking cups along
    • To our Creator’s temple.