EPILOGUE.
1000
From that rose
garden I have plucked this posy,
Which I have named "the mystic rose garden."
1001
Therein the roses of hearts' mystery are blooming,
Whereof none has told heretofore.
1002
Therein the tongues of the lilies are all vocal ;
The eyes of the narcissus are
all far-seeing.
1003
Regard each one with the eyes of the heart
Till your doubts have vanished from before you.
1004
Behold traditional and rational and mystic verities,
Ranged in clear order with knowledge of minutiae.
1005
Seek not with captious eyes to find blemishes,
For then the roses will turn to thorns in your sight.
1006
Ingratitude is a mark of ignorance,
But knowledge of truth lies in gratitude.
1007
I hope that when the noble 1 calls me to mind,
He may say of me,
" Mercy be upon him,"
1008
I conclude and end with my own name,
" O
Allah, grant me a
' Lauded ' end." 2
