Here you will find the Poem Book Of Suleika - In Thousand Form of poet Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
IN thousand forms mayst thou attempt surprise, Yet, all-beloved-one, straight know I thee; Thou mayst with magic veils thy face disguise, And yet, all-present-one, straight know I thee. Upon the cypress' purest, youthful bud, All-beauteous-growing-one, straight know I thee; In the canal's unsullied, living flood, All-captivating-one, well know I thee. When spreads the water-column, rising proud, All-sportive one, how gladly know I thee; When, e'en in forming, is transform'd the cloud, All-figure-changing-one, there know I thee. Veil in the meadow-carpet's flowery charms, All-checkered-starry-fair-one, know I thee; And if a plant extend its thousand arms, O, all-embracing-one, there know I thee. When on the mount is kindled morn's sweet light, Straightway, all-gladdening-one, salute I thee, The arch of heaven o'er head grows pure and bright,-- All-heart-expanding-one, then breathe I thee. That which my inward, outward sense proclaims, Thou all-instructing-one, I know through thee; And if I utter Allah's hundred names, A name with each one echoes, meant for thee.