THE KASÎDAH V, 1, 12

There is no Good, there is no Bad;
 these be the whims of mortal will:
What works me weal that call I ‘good,’
 what harms and hurts I hold as ‘ill:’

They change with place, they shift with race;
 and, in the veriest span of Time,
Each Vice has worn a Virtue’s crown;
 all Good was banned as Sin or Crime:

Like ravelled skeins they cross and twine,
 while this with that connects and blends;
And only Khizr his eye shall see
 where one begins, where other ends:

THE KASÎDAH IV, 61, 72

“Say, Man, deep learnèd in the Scheme
 that orders mysteries sublime,
“How came it this was Jesus, that
 was Judas from the birth of Time?

“How I the tiger, thou the lamb;
 again the Secret, prithee, show
“Who slew the slain, bowman or bolt
 or Fate that drave the man, the bow?

“Man worships self: his God is Man;
 the struggling of the mortal mind
“To form its model as ’twould be,
 the perfect of itself to find.

THE KASÎDAH II, 9,16

What endless questions vex the thought,
 of Whence and Whither, When and How?
What fond and foolish strife to read
 the Scripture writ on human brow;

As stand we percht on point of Time,
 betwixt the two Eternities,
Whose awful secrets gathering round
 with black profound oppress our eyes.

THE KASÎDAH I, 41, 48

But we? Another shift of scene,
 another pang to rack the heart;
Why meet we on the bridge of Time
 to ’change one greeting and to part?

We meet to part; yet asks my sprite,
 Part we to meet? Ah! is it so?
Man’s fancy-made Omniscience knows,
 who made Omniscience nought can know.