English poem
Song In Praise Of The Beloved
by Jami
To the Maker!--the rose-grove of the sphere Is but one leaf of the flower-garden of. His creation-- That those who sing His praises May have a plate of pearls and jewels full of oblations! May the magnitude of His glory shine, and the world of His perfection be exalted!
A thousand chants of salutation and greeting from the philomels of the garden-mansion of Union and benevolence, who are the musicians of the assembly of witnesses and songsters in the delightful house of Ecstasy and benevolence.