(178) O thou fair World, how does Heaven complain of thee? How dost thou trouble the Elements? O Wickedness and Malice! when wilt thou leave, and give over? Awaken! awaken! and bring forth, thou sorrowful Woman; behold thy Bridegroom comes, and requires Fruit at thy Hands: Why dost thou sleep? Behold he knocketh!

(82) I only said, "Is it right? " and He forsook me. Why dost Thou flee from the cries of us on earth? Why pourest Thou sorrow on the heart of the sorrowful? O Thou who, as each new morn dawns from the east, Art seen uprising anew, like a bright fountain! What excuse makest Thou for Thy witcheries? O Thou whose lips are sweeter than sugar, Thou that ever renewest the life of this old world, Hear the cry of this lifeless body and heart! But, for God's sake, leave off telling of the Rose;

(31) The souls of our first parents, even before their hands, Being made captives by the command, 'Get down hence,' They became bond-slaves of enmity, lust, and vanity. The Prophet said, 'The people are God's family;' He who sends forth the rain from heaven, Can He not also provide us our daily bread?" The lion said, "True; yet the Lord of creatures Step by step must we mount up to the roof! Ye have feet why then pretend ye are lame? Ye have hands why then conceal your claws?

(100) O thou excellent angelical Kingdom, how comely dressed and adorned wast thou once? How has the Devil turned thee into a murderous Den? Dost thou suppose thou standest now in the Flower of thy Beauty and Glory? No! thou standest in the Midst of Hell: If thine Eyes were but opened, thou wouldst see it.

(44) Come nigh to thy faithful shepherd, That he may cleanse thy garment of vermin, And mend thy shoes, and kiss the hem of thy robe!" No one equaled that shepherd in love and devotion, His love pitched its tent on the heavens, When the sea of love to God boiled up, It touched his heart, but it touches your ears only. Iyazi's rebuke to his passion, whish lusted to join in the "lesser warfare". I said, "O foul and faithless passion, Whence have you derived this inclination to war?

(3) Never to thee presented art or nature Pleasure so great as the fair limbs wherein I was enclosed, which scattered are in earth. And if the highest pleasure thus did fail thee By reason of my death, what mortal thing Should then have drawn thee into its desire? Thou oughtest verily at the first shaft Of things fallacious to have risen up To follow me, who was no longer such. Thou oughtest not to have stooped thy pinions downward To wait for further blows, or little girl, Or other vanity of such brief use. The callow birdlet waits for two or three, But to the eyes of those already fledged, In vain the net is spread or shaft is shot." Even as children silent in their shame Stand listening with their eyes upon the ground, And conscious of their fault, and penitent; So was I standing; and she said: "If thou In hearing sufferest pain, lift up thy beard And thou shalt feel a greater pain in seeing." With less resistance is a robust holm Uprooted, either by a native wind Or else by that from regions of Iarbas,

(164) O noble Guest! O why didst thou depart from us! O Fierceness, Wrath, and Astringency or Severity, thou art the Cause of it! O fierce wrathful Devil! O what hast thou done, who hast sunk down thyself and beautiful bright Angels into Darkness? Woe, Woe for ever!

(3) It goes on falling, and the more it grows, The more it finds the dogs becoming wolves, This maledict and misadventurous ditch. Descended then through many a hollow gulf, It finds the foxes so replete with fraud, They fear no cunning that may master them. Nor will I cease because another hears me; And well 'twill be for him, if still he mind him Of what a truthful spirit to me unravels. Thy grandson I behold, who doth become A hunter of those wolves upon the bank Of the wild stream, and terrifies them all. He sells their flesh, it being yet alive; Thereafter slaughters them like ancient beeves; Many of life, himself of praise, deprives. Blood-stained he issues from the dismal forest; He leaves it such, a thousand years from now In its primeval state 'tis not re-wooded." As at the announcement of impending ills The face of him who listens is disturbed, From whate'er side the peril seize upon him; So I beheld that other soul, which stood Turned round to listen, grow disturbed and sad, When it had gathered to itself the word.

(166) O why do I pity thee, thou stinking Goat? O thou cursed stinking Devil! how hast thou spoiled us? How wilt thou excuse thyself? What wilt thou object to me? Objection.