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BY ALEISTER CROWLEY
LAYLAH.

From the heart of the sandThe water wells upPurer than the rain.So in my heartLove springsChaster than the grace of heaven itself.Earth purifiesMore subtly than the sea.Only through matterCan spirit understand itself,Justify itself, become itself.This mystery I heardFrom the holy man of Bassu.His beard was whiter than snowBecause it had once been blacker than burnt wood.
So will I cherish my love,The love which I owe,Which I give, to my husbandThe noblest of the Emirs;For I and my love and my serviceAnd my dutyAll are his.I have no duty to GodBut to obey my husband.So my heart is freerThat all other hearts, {74}As the dweller among the palmsIs freer than the wanderer in the desert.The wanderer must find the palms;The dweller is at ease.
My heart is a young gazelleLeaping with love toward my husband.He is black-bearded and bold and magnificent.Even on the morn of the wedding he rode forthAgainst the infidel.He is so strong and brave:God must look favourably upon him,Bidding him return a conquerorTo the flower of his gardenThat awaits his hand to pluck.
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from THE SCORPION: A TRAGEDY IN THREE ACTS

BY ALEISTER CROWLEY

LAYLAH.

From the heart of the sand
The water wells up
Purer than the rain.
So in my heart
Love springs
Chaster than the grace of heaven itself.
Earth purifies
More subtly than the sea.
Only through matter
Can spirit understand itself,
Justify itself, become itself.
This mystery I heard
From the holy man of Bassu.
His beard was whiter than snow
Because it had once been blacker than burnt wood.

So will I cherish my love,
The love which I owe,
Which I give, to my husband
The noblest of the Emirs;
For I and my love and my service
And my duty
All are his.
I have no duty to God
But to obey my husband.
So my heart is freer
That all other hearts, {74}
As the dweller among the palms
Is freer than the wanderer in the desert.
The wanderer must find the palms;
The dweller is at ease.

My heart is a young gazelle
Leaping with love toward my husband.
He is black-bearded and bold and magnificent.
Even on the morn of the wedding he rode forth
Against the infidel.
He is so strong and brave:
God must look favourably upon him,
Bidding him return a conqueror
To the flower of his garden
That awaits his hand to pluck.

http://hermetic.com/crowley/equinox/i/vi/eqi06013.html

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