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Parsi 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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Parsi Nameh.

BOOK OF THE PARSEES.

THE BEQUEST OF THE ANCIENT PERSIAN FAITH.

    • BRETHREN, what bequest to you should come
    • From the lowly poor man, going home,
    • Whom ye younger ones with patience tended,
    • Whose last days ye honor’d and defended?
    • When we oft have seen the monarch ride,
    • Gold upon him, gold on ev’ry side;
    • Jewels on him, on his courtiers all,
    • Thickly strew’d as hailstones when they fall,
    • Have ye e’er known envy at the sight?
    • And not felt your gaze become more bright,
    • When the sun was, on the wings of morning,
    • Darnawend’s unnumber’d peaks adorning,
    • As he, bow-like, rose? How each eye dwelt
    • On the glorious scene! I felt, I felt,
    • Thousand times, as life’s days fleeted by,
    • Borne with him, the coming one, on high.
    • God upon His throne then to proclaim,
    • Him, the life-fount’s mighty Lord, to name,
    • Worthily to prize that glorious sight,
    • And to wander on beneath His light.
    • When the fiery orb was all defin’d,
    • There I stood, as though in darkness, blind,
    • Beat my breast, my quicken’d members threw
    • On the earth, brow foremost, at the view.
    • Let this holy, great bequest reward
    • Brotherly good-will and kind regard:
    • Solemn Duty’s daily observation.
    • More than this, it needs no revelation.
    • If its gentle hands a new-born one
    • Move, then straightway turn it tow’rd the sun—
    • Soul and body dip in bath of fire!
    • Then each morning’s favor ’twill acquire.
    • To the living one commit the dead,
    • O’er the beast let earth and dust be spread,
    • And, so far as may extend your might,
    • What ye deem impure conceal from sight.
    • Till your plains to graceful purity,
    • That the sun with joy your labors see;
    • When ye plant, your trees in rows contrive,
    • For he makes the Regular to thrive.
    • E’en the floods that through the channel rush
    • Must not fail in fulness or in gush;
    • And as Senderud, from mountain high,
    • Rises pure, in pureness must it die.
    • Not to weaken water’s gentle fall,
    • Carefully cleanse out the channels all;
    • Salamander, snake, and rush, and reed,—
    • All destroy,—each monster and each weed.
    • If thus pure ye earth and water keep,
    • Through the air the sun will gladly peep,
    • Where he, worthily enshrin’d in space,
    • Worketh life, to life gives holy grace.
    • Ye, by toil on toil so sorely tried,
    • Comfort take, the All is purified;
    • And now man, as priest, may boldly dare
    • From the stone God’s image to prepare.
    • When the flame burns joyously and bright,
    • Limbs are supple, radiant is the night;
    • On the hearth when fire with ardor glows,
    • Ripe the sap of plants and creatures grows.
    • Dragging wood, with rapture be it done,
    • ’Tis the seed of many an earthly sun;
    • Plucking Pambeh, gladly may ye say:—
    • This, as wick, the Holy will convey.
    • If ye meekly, in each burning lamp,
    • See the nobler light’s resplendent stamp,
    • Ne’er will Fate prevent you, void of feeling,
    • At God’s throne at morningtide from kneeling.
    • This is Being’s mighty signet, then,
    • God’s pure glass to angels and to men;
    • Each word lisp’d the Highest’s praise to sound.
    • Ring in ring, united there is found;
    • From the shore of Senderud ascendeth,
    • Up to Darnawend its pinions bendeth,
    • As he dawns, with joy to greet his light,
    • You with endless blessings to requite.
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