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The Vanity of metaphysic. 
 
 
 
XXXVI 
 
SURAIYA1 
 
 
Sevenfold stands Suraiya in the sky ; 
Seven virtues do thy podex glorify. 
 
First, thou art hotter than Jahim2 itself, 
And drier than Arabia art thou dry. 
 
Third is thy tightness, like an hoop of steel, 
And O !  thy muscles, their mobility ! 
 
Fifth, is thy smell like jasmine-ambergris, 
And soft thou art like peaches ;  seventhly, 
 
Such is the beauty of its form that one 
Seeing it, might be well content to die. 
 
[So Allah blazes brighter than the noon ; 
No water stains His spotless unity. 
 
His love once hold thee, He will never loose ; 
But shake with rapture to the utmost “ I ” ; 
 
The perfume of His love is wonderful, 
And tender is He as a virgin’s eye, 
 
While for His beauty are no words of earth, 
Nor can the heavens this need with song supply.]3 
 
So thou with Allah, man !  hold Him as dear 
(Nay, dearer !) as the apple of thine eye.