Chapter VII

How can I dare profess I am the lover whom Thou dost prefer! Thou art the essence of all loveliness, And I Thy very humblest worshipper.

Upon the Judgment Day So sweet Thy mercy shall to sinners prove, That envying them even the Saints shall say-- Would we were sinners thus to know Thy love!

When in the quest for Thee The heart shall seek among the pious throng, Thy voice shall call--If Thou desirest me Among the sinners I have dwelt for long.

At the great Reckoning Mighty the wicked who before Thy throne Shall come for judgment; little can I bring, No store of good nor evil deeds I own.

Among the thorns am I
A thorn, among the roses am a rose,
Friend among friends in love and amity,
Foe among foes.

AMIR.