In the End

Night's raven crosses the boundary from Jabulsa to Jabulqa,

dawn rises at last, a griffon from a ruby's heart,

legions of darkness flee before the ranks of morning 

as error dissipates before Truth's face; 

the stars blush like maidens in purdah 

caught by their mothers without their veils, 

and fall, fall headlong into the Sun, as in the end 

all parts rejoin the Whole at last

–Dîvân-e Nâsir-e Khusraw, Trans. Peter Lamborn Wilson with G.R. Aavani, p. 63