III.
I saw but One through all heaven’s starry spaces gleaming:
I saw but One in all sea billows wildly streaming.

I looked into the heart, a waste of worlds, a sea,
I saw a thousand dreams, yet One amid all dreaming.

And earth, air, water, fire, when thy decree is given,
Are molten into One: against thee none hath striven.

There is no living heart but beats unfailingly
In the one song of praise to thee, from earth and heaven.

V.
As one ray of thy light appears the noonday sun,
But yet thy light and mine eternally are one.

As dust beneath thy feet the heaven that rolls on high:
Yet only one, and one for ever, thou and I.

The dust may turn to heaven, and heaven to dust decay;
Yet art thou one with me, and shalt be one for aye.

How may the words of life that fill heaven’s utmost part
Rest in the narrow casket of one poor human heart?

How can the sun’s own rays, a fairer gleam to fling,
Hide in a lowly husk, the jewel's covering?

How may the rose-grove all its glorious bloom unfold,
Drinking in mire and slime, and feeding on the mould?

How can the darksome shell that sips the salt sea Stream
Fashion a shining pearl, the sunlight’s joyous beam?

Oh, heart! should warm winds fan thee, should’st thou floods endure,
One element are wind and flood; but be thou pure.

IX.
I’ll tell thee how from out the dust God moulded man,
Because the breath of Love He breathed into his clay:

I’ll tell thee why the spheres their whirling paths began,
They mirror to God’s throne Love’s glory day by day:

I’ll tell thee why the morning winds blow o’er the grove,
It is to bid Love’s roses, bloom abundantly:

I’ll tell thee why the night broods deep the earth above,
Love's bridal tent to deck with sacred canopy:

All riddles of the earth dost thou desire to prove?
To every earthly riddle is Love alone the key.

XV.
Life shrinks from Death in woe and fear,
Though Death ends well Life’s bitter need.

So shrinks the heart when Love draws near,
As though ‘twere Death in very deed:

For wheresoever Love finds room,
There Self, the sullen tyrant, dies.

So let him perish in the gloom,—
Thou to the dawn of freedom rise.

Çeviri: May Kendall