The Rahat

by John Jerome Rooney English

Upon Nirwána’s brink the ráhat stood;
Beneath him rolled the Ocean of the All:
Responsive flowed the current of his blood
To meet the tidal call—

Save one red drop within his mortal veins
Wherein the image of Zuleika shone;
He gazed a moment on Nirwána’s gains—
And Earthward he was gone!

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