TABLET I:  COLUMN I

INVOCATION

O love, my queen and goddess, come to me;
My soul shall never cease to worship thee;
Come pillow here thy head upon my breast,
And whisper in my lyre thy softest, best. 
And sweetest melodies of bright Sami,[1]
Our Happy Fields[2] above dear Subartu;[3]
Come nestle closely with those lips of love
And balmy breath, and I with thee shall rove
Through Sari[4] past ere life on earth was known,
And Time unconscious sped not, nor had flown. 
Thou art our all in this impassioned life: 
How sweetly comes thy presence ending strife,
Thou god of peace and Heaven’s undying joy,
Oh, hast thou ever left one pain or cloy
Upon this beauteous world to us so dear? 
To all mankind thou art their goddess here. 
To thee we sing, our holiest, fairest god,
The One who in that awful chaos trod
And woke the Elements by Law of Love
To teeming worlds in harmony to move. 
From chaos thou hast led us by thy hand,
[5]Thus spoke to man upon that budding land: 
“The Queen of Heaven, of the dawn am I,
The goddess of all wide immensity,
For thee I open wide the golden gate
Of happiness, and for thee love create
To glorify the heavens and fill with joy
The earth, its children with sweet love employ.” 
Thou gavest then the noblest melody
And highest bliss—­grand nature’s harmony. 
With love the finest particle is rife,
And deftly woven in the woof of life,
In throbbing dust or clasping grains of sand,
In globes of glistening dew that shining stand
On each pure petal, Love’s own legacies
Of flowering verdure, Earth’s sweet panoplies;
By love those atoms sip their sweets and pass
To other atoms, join and keep the mass
With mighty forces moving through all space,
Tis thus on earth all life has found its place. 
Through Kisar,[6] Love came formless through the air
In countless forms behold her everywhere! 
Oh, could we hear those whispering roses sweet,
Three beauties bending till their petals meet,
And blushing, mingling their sweet fragrance there
In language yet unknown to mortal ear. 
Their whisperings of love from morn till night
Would teach us tenderly to love the right. 
O Love, here stay!  Let chaos not return! 
With hate each atom would its lover spurn
In air above, on land, or in the sea,
O World, undone and lost that loseth thee! 
For love we briefly come, and pass away
For other men and maids; thus bring the day
Of love continuous through this glorious life. 
Oh, hurl away those weapons fierce of strife! 
We here a moment, point of time but live,
Too short is life for throbbing hearts to grieve. 
Thrice holy is that form that love hath kissed,
And happy is that man with heart thus blessed. 
Oh, let not curses fall upon that head
Whom love hath cradled on the welcome bed
Of bliss, the bosom of our fairest god,
Or hand of love e’er grasp the venging rod.