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Mathal 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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Mathal Nameh.

BOOK OF PARABLES.

  • IN the Koran with strange delight
  • A peacock’s feather met my sight:
  • Thou’rt welcome in this holy place,
  • The highest prize on earth’s wide face!
  • As in the stars of heaven, in thee,
  • God’s greatness in the small we see;
  • For he whose gaze whole worlds hath bless’d
  • His eye hath even here impress’d,
  • And the light down in beauty dress’d,
  • So that e’en monarchs cannot hope
  • In splendor with the bird to cope.
  • Meekly enjoy thy happy lot,
  • And so deserve that holy spot!
  • From heaven there fell upon the foaming wave
  • A timid drop; the flood with anger roar’d,—
  • But God, its modest boldness to reward,
  • Strength to the drop and firm endurance gave.
  • Its form the mussel captive took.
  • And to its lasting glory and renown,
  • The pearl now glistens in our monarch’s crown,
  • With gentle gleam and loving look.
  • Bulbul’s song, through night hours cold,
  • Rose to Allah’s throne on high;
  • To reward her melody,
  • Giveth he a cage of gold.
  • Such a cage are limbs of men,—
  • Though at first she feels confin’d,
  • Yet when all she brings to mind,
  • Straight the spirit sings again.
  • All kinds of men, both small and great,
  • A fine-spun web delight to create,
  • And in the middle they take their place,
  • And wield their scissors with wondrous grace.
  • But if a besom should sweep that way:
  • “What a most shameful thing,” they say,—
  • “They’ve crush’d a mighty palace to-day.”

IT IS GOOD.

    • IN Paradise while moonbeams play’d,
    • Jehovah found, in slumber deep,
    • Adam fast sunk; He gently laid
    • Eve near him,—she, too, fell asleep.
    • There lay they now, on earth’s fair shrine,
    • God’s two most beauteous thoughts divine.—
    • When this He saw, He cried:—’Tis Good!
    • And scarce could move from where He stood.
    • No wonder that our joy’s complete,
    • While eye and eye responsive meet,
    • When this bless’d thought of rapture moves us—
    • That we’re with Him who truly loves us,
    • And if He cries:—Good, let it be!
    • ’Tis so for both, it seems to me.
    • Thou’rt clasp’d within these arms of mine,
    • Dearest of all God’s thoughts divine!
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