The Soul in All XVI.

A mote I in the Sunshine, yet am the Sun's vast Ball;

I bid the Sun spread Sunlight, and make the Mote be small.

I am the Morning Splendour; I am the Evening Breeze;

I am the Leaf's soft Rustle; the Billow's Rise and Fall.

I am the Mast and Rudder, the Steersman and the Ship;

I am the Cliff out-jutting, the Reef of Coral Wall.

I am the Bird Ensnarer, the Bird and Net as well;

I am both Glass and Image; the Echo and the Call.

I am the Tree and Branches, and all the Birds thereon;

I am both Thought and Silence, Tongues' Speech, and Ocean Squall.

I am the Flute when piping, and Man's Soul breathing breath;

I am the sparkling Diamond, and Metals that enthrall.

I am the Grape enclustered, the Wine-press and the Must;

I am the Wine, Cup-bearer, and crystal Goblet tall.

I am the Flame and Butterfly, which round it circling flits;

I am the Rose and Nightingale, the Rose's Passioned Thrall.

I am the Cure and Doctor, Disease and Antidote;

I am the Sweet and Bitter, the Honey and the Gall.

I am the War and Warrior, the Victor and the Field;

I am the City peaceful, the Battle and the Brawl.

I am the Brick and Mortar, the Builder and the Plan,

I am the Base and Gable, new House and ruined Hall.

I am the Stag and Lion, the Lamb and black-maw'd Wolf;

I am the Keeper of them, who shuts them in one Stall.

I am the Chain of Beings, the Ring of circling Worlds;

The Stages of Creation, where'er it rise or fall.

I am what is and is not; I am—O Thou who know'st,

Jeláleddín, O tell it—I AM the Soul in All!