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Another king, from the line of that Jew, Set his face toward destroying the people of Jesus.

If you want report of this other uprising, Read the sura: “By the heaven possessed of constellations.”

An evil practice was born from the first king; This other king set his foot upon it.

Whoever lays down an ugly practice, Toward him curses go at every moment.

The good went away and their practices remained; From the ignoble, oppression and curses remained.

Until the Resurrection, whoever of the kind of those evildoers Comes into existence, his face is toward them.

Vein by vein, this sweet water and salt water Runs through created beings until the trumpet-blast.

The good have inheritance from the sweet water; What inheritance? “We made them inherit the Book.”

The need of seekers, if you look, Is flames from the jewel of prophethood.

The flames keep company with the jewels; The flame goes toward the side where its mine is.

The light from the window runs around the house Because the sun moves from sign to sign.

Whoever has a connection with a star Has pace and concord with his own star.

If his ascendant is Venus, he is in joy; He has a whole inclination toward love and seeking.

If it is Mars, blood-shedding in nature, He seeks war, slander, and enmity.

There are stars beyond stars In which there is no combustion and no ill fortune.

Travelers are in other heavens, Apart from these seven recognized heavens.

Firmly rooted in the shining of God’s lights, Neither joined to one another nor separate from one another.

Whoever’s ascendant is from those stars, His soul burns unbelievers through stonings.

His anger is not Martian anger, Changeable-faced, now prevailing and now overcome in disposition.

A prevailing light, safe from deficiency and dusk, Between the two fingers of the light of the Real.

The Real scatters that light upon souls; The fortunate have lifted up their skirts.

And, having received that scattering of light, They have turned their faces from all but God.

Whoever has not had the skirt of love Has been left without share in that scattering of light.

The parts have their faces toward the Whole; Nightingales love the face of the rose.

The ox has its color from outside; but in man, Seek the red and yellow color from within.

Good colors are from the vat of purity; The colors of the ugly are from the black water of cruelty.

“The dye of God” is the name of that subtle color; “The curse of God” is the smell of this gross color.

What goes from the sea to the sea Goes there from the very place whence it came.

From the mountain-top, the swift-running torrents; And from our body, the love-mingled soul.