1. The rhythmic drumbeats
Bring joy like the seven heavens,

2. And the eyelids wherein lie
The secrets seen by open eyes.

3. The light of God has shone clear,
In the flexions of rhetoric.

4. One, yet manifold is He,
All creation fated to die.

5. His essence did transcend
In the raiment of events.

6. Attributes of all did gleam
In the schemes of entities.

7. He is, nay He is not to me,
He's in woefulness and glee.

8. Make Him pure or likened be,
Know nought but the meanings.

9. Great the angels, huge mistake,
Pure light is but tempting fake.

10. Water just is as contained
In the fragments of the broken.