Do You Remember

Do you remember O soul the days of old

When thou lent thy mood to stout rebellion?

Thy thoughts all virile like a contagion

Seizing all minds with its vigour bold.

Do you remember O soul thy passions bright,

Outshining the summer’s paltry flame?

Thy dreams put sweet spring to shame

And musings deeper than mystic Night.

Do you remember O soul thy adamant will

Cold and sharp like an edge of a blade?

Never a scabbard to hold it was made,

Oh the memory sweetens the hour still.

Do you remember O soul the amorous heart,

That creature hued with a fervent red?

In such profusions did its passions bled

Throwing cupid into a sulk and fret.

But O soul thou art attired now in beggary,

Thy mind like a bowl empty for alm,

Thy lips impoverished to a single name,

Crying always, ‘O Beloved, O Beloved, my sole divinity’.

My soul said, ‘Oh, I have outgrown all mortal shame,

I bathe now in the glory of the immortal Name!’