Allahu Akbar!

Allâhu Aeasam!

Allâhu!

BABIISM.

To titles nobly known, so dear to all,
The tower and stronghold of Islâmic faith,
We cling, O Allâh, aye, we cling till death;
And yet the light from Mecca seemeth small,
The Kaaba is with us, and the call

To worship. Nay, the Bâb is here, who saith: "I am the door to greater truth, the breath Of Allâh to His scattered folk, who fall

'Spite all the former props, and only rise
Through Ali to the light." No more Kurân
Or crying in the waste. Muhammad now
Is Mîrșa Ali, Bâb. Nor can surprise

O'ertake the world that dear we hold Bêjân
And our own poet's songs' mellifluous flow!

Ennok saf, au-ȧ rek'-kuå tau; Hosiri pu!

HIERATICISM.

O classic river of that classic land

Where monuments to æons slowly smile
And callous hands the sacred signs defile,
What lordly thoughts are thine, as through the sand
Thou flowest onward to the distant strand?

Along thy banks three mighty forms erstwhile
Appearing, sought to truly reconcile

The light and dark, and thus to waft the wand

O'er Egypt's shrouded lore: for, Isis, Thot,
And he, long treasured as the Morning Star,
Together rose, and bore the hidden Name,
Till tomb and temple after temple came
To tell to wond'ring pilgrims from afar
The meaning of the cry: "Forget me not!"

Uptanaattaka Nabû ina puhur ilâni rabûti.