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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Book Of Suleika - In Thousand Form
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IN thousand forms mayst thou attempt surprise,

Yet, all-beloved-one, straight know I thee;
Thou mayst with magic veils thy face disguise,

And yet, all-present-one, straight know I thee.

Upon the cypress` purest, youthful bud,

All-beauteous-growing-one, straight know I thee;
In the canal`s unsullied, living flood,

All-captivating-one, well know I thee.

When spreads the water-column, rising proud,

All-sportive one, how gladly know I thee;
When, e`en in forming, is transform`d the cloud,

All-figure-changing-one, there know I thee.

Veil in the meadow-carpet`s flowery charms,

All-checkered-starry-fair-one, know I thee;
And if a plant extend its thousand arms,

O, all-embracing-one, there know I thee.

When on the mount is kindled morn`s sweet light,

Straightway, all-gladdening-one, salute I thee,
The arch of heaven o`er head grows pure and bright,—

All-heart-expanding-one, then breathe I thee.

That which my inward, outward sense proclaims,

Thou all-instructing-one, I know through thee;
And if I utter Allah`s hundred names,

A name with each one echoes, meant for thee.
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