The Book of Akbar 54.9

54.9

Not only was the head ever bowed, Each hair of his body also bent in adoration. The guardians of the Divine bounty and the infinite auspiciousness delivered that deposit of eternal future—into the king’s gracious bosom and warbled, sweet and low, this strain of thanksgiving. Verse. This is the Divine deposit. Ask of this treasury whatever thou desirest. This is he in whose heart they placed Essential substance, verity absolute. This is he whose threshold’s ka‘ba Is seized upon by kings as their altar (qibla). This is he who hath the foot of dominion, Enlightener of the throne royal. Readers of the page of the human countenance beheld him with the eye of meditation and reflection and physiognomists perused him with the glance of consideration and contemplation. Verse. What did they see? A picture such as never Did they see in Creation’s tables. From astonishment naught did they say, save Hail, Light of Wisdom, Eye of Insight, hail.