Chapter 2

45. Then the adept was rapt away in bliss, and the beyond of bliss, and exceeded the excess of excess.
    46. Also his body shook and staggered with the burden of that bliss and that excess and that ultimate nameless.
    47. They cried He is drunk or He is mad or He is in pain or He is about to die; and he heard them not.
    48. O my Lord, my beloved! How shall I indite songs, when even the memory of the shadow of thy glory is a thing beyond all music of speech or of silence?
    49. Behold! I am a man. Even a little child might not endure Thee. And lo!


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