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by Jalal al-Din Rumi


  The parrot says farewell to the merchant and flies away

  The parrot gave him words to contemplate

  1855

  Then said, ‘Farewell, we now must separate.’

  The merchant said, ‘God be with you each day

  Now that you’ve shown me a more worthy way!’

  He said then to himself, ‘I’ve understood

  To take the path of all the wise and good.

  How can my soul be less than that mere bird’s?

  The soul must follow good ways, heed her words.’

  The harm in being venerated by people and standing out

  Your cage-like body is the spirit’s thorn

  Fed by deceit from those you come upon:

  One says, ‘I’ll be your confidant my friend,’

  1860

  Another, ‘I’m your partner till the end.’

  The next, ‘No one can ever take your place,

  To match your beauty, virtue, and sheer grace.’

  Another says, ‘Both worlds belong to you,

  And all our souls feed off your great soul too.’

  When he sees people drunk with him, he’ll lose

  All self-control, for self-conceit he’ll choose,

  Not realizing thousands just like him

  Satan threw in a stream where they can’t swim:

  The world gives flattery which men desire—

  1865

  Eat less, for it’s a morsel full of fire!

  It’s fire’s unseen, it’s taste though you can tell

  And then its smoke will rise as if from hell;

  Don’t say, ‘I’ll never be so gullible’—

  Through your desire you’re always vulnerable.

  And should one mock you in the public’s gaze,

  Your heart will burn with shame for several days,

  Although you know he speaks from disappointment

  That his high hopes did not find their fulfilment;

  Still its effect will linger inside you—

  1870

  The same applies when you hear praises too,

  And this effect will slowly take its course

  To be your arrogance and error’s source;

  To praise’s faults, like sweets, we all stay blind,

  They’re known through bitterness they leave behind,

  Just like a potion or a pill you take,

  Then suffer irritation for its sake:

  Eat sweets, then feel their taste soon disappear—

  Short-term effects can’t last—this should be clear.

  But they still take effect, though far from view—

  1875

  All things through opposites are shown to you:

  Sugar’s effects persist far from your eyes

  To form boils nurses then have to excise!

  The self becomes like pharaoh with such praise,

  Be self-abased, don’t choose that tyrant’s ways!

  So strive to be like slaves and not like kings,

  Be struck like balls, don’t be the bat which swings!

  Or else, when all your beauty fades from view

  Your sycophants will then grow tired of you;

  That group who falsely praised you will be found

  1880

  Calling you ‘devil’ when you come around,

  On seeing you arrive such men will say:

  ‘A corpse has risen from the grave today!’

  Just like the beardless youth whom they call ‘lord’*

  To trap him with deceit when they applaud,

  But when his beard grows with his infamy

  Vile demons will feel shame at what they see.

  The devil seeks a human he can curse,

  He doesn’t come to you, for you’re much worse!

  While you were human he would still come up

  1885

  And offer you his evil drinking-cup,

  But now you’re like a devil through and through,

  You good for nothing—Satan flees from you!

  The ones who used to hold on to your hem

  Flee from what you’ve become—you’re worse than them!

  Explanation of ‘What God wills happens’

  What we’ve said is a basis, not the end,

  But for God’s favours we’re worth naught, my friend!

  Without God’s grace and that of his élite

  Angels would earn a blotted record-sheet.

  O God, whose grace fulfils our every need,

  1890

  Remembering someone else is a misdeed,

  For so much guidance You’ve bestowed on us

  It hides our flaws and utter wretchedness!

  The drop of knowledge which You gave before

  Unite now with your ocean, please, once more!

  The drop of knowledge in my soul please free

  From lust and from my body’s tyranny,

  Before the soil should soak it deep inside,

  Before the wind should spray it far and wide,

  Though if they snatch it You’d be capable

  1895

  To take it back, for it’s redeemable:

  The drop which spilled or vanished in the air

  To flee Your power how could it thus dare?

  Though it should enter deepest non-existence,

  When You call, it will run back through the distance,

  Opposites kill each other just like men,

  But Your decree can make them live again,

  From nothing to existence, Lord, You can

  Each moment send another caravan.

  Logic and thought each night, especially,

  1900

  Become annihilated in Your sea,

  But new true beings once again at dawn

  Raise up their heads like fish and are reborn.

  Thousands of leaves are vanquished every fall

  Into the sea of death, which conquers all,

  And draped in black as though he mourns, the crow

  Laments the garden’s grass was forced to go,

  The village-chief, however, will dictate

  To non-existence: ‘Give back what you ate:

  Black death give up what you ate like an ass

  1905

  Of plants, medicinal herbs, the leaves, and grass!’

  Collect your thoughts now, stop meandering,

  Each breath, within, your fall’s replaced by spring!

  Your own heart’s garden is so fresh and green,

  There cypress, rose, and jasmine can be seen;

  The crowd of leaves now hides the branch from view,

  The scores of roses hide the palace too.

  From Universal Intellect this came,

  As rose and hyacinth it smells the same:

  Without a rose can you detect rose scent?

  1910

  When there’s no wine can you see wine ferment?

  Scent is your leader and your perfect guide

  To heaven—it will lead you deep inside,

  Scent is a balm for eyes which gives them sight:

  Jacob’s eyes opened, darkness turned to light;

  Bad smells can blind a person instantly,

  While Joseph’s scent enables one to see—

  Since you’re not Joseph, be like Jacob—cry!*

  Love’s tumult will be seen then in your eye.

  Listen to this advice from Sana’i,*

  1915

  Find freshness in your withered frame like me:

  ‘Your airs presume a face just like a rose,

  Since you don’t have one, don’t strike such a pose:

  A face that’s plain turns ugly when it’s vain—

  Even blind eyes should not endure such pain!’

  In front of Joseph, don’t assume such airs,

  Like Jacob sigh in need and say your prayers.

  The parrot’s dying showed her neediness—

  Now make yourself a corpse, feel even less,

  That J
esus’s breath might serve as your cure

  1920

  And make you like itself so blessed and pure.

  Don’t claim in spring on stone some verdure grows,

  Be soft like soil to raise a lovely rose—

  For years you’ve been a stony-hearted man,

  Try being like the soil now if you can!

  The story of the old harpist who in Omar’s reign would play the harp in the middle of a graveyard without any food just for the sake of God

  There was once in Omar’s huge caliphate

  A harpist whose sweet music was so great,

  His voice made nightingales fall stunned and cry

  While also making each joy multiply,

  His breath graced meetings where the lords would throng,

  The Resurrection* listened to his song

  1925

  Like Esrafil, whose voice was heard ahead

  And brought back souls to bodies of the dead,

  Or one of Esrafil’s close friends, whose cry

  Could make an elephant grow wings and fly!

  For Esrafil revives men totally

  Though they’ve been rotting for a century.

  The Prophets too have special tunes inside

  From which to seekers precious life’s supplied,

  The sensual ear can’t hear such melodies

  1930

  Since it’s been tainted by iniquities;

  A man can’t hear the angels’ tunes inside,

  Their inner secrets humans are denied,

  These tunes are from this world of time and death,

  The heart’s tune’s loftier than every breath,

  Angels and men are captives equally

  In ignorance’s gaol without a key:

  Recite: ‘Community of jinn and men’

  And learn: ‘If you can pass beyond, go then!’*

  Within the saints are soulful melodies

  1935

  Which sing ‘There is one God’, so listen please!

  Lift up your heads from ‘not’* which means negation

  And cast off fancies and imagination—

  You’ve rotted in this planet of decay,

  Your soul could not grow up and fly away!

  If I give just a hint about this song,

  Men’s souls would rise from tombs before too long—

  Bring your ear close, for this tune isn’t hidden,

  Though to relate it now I am forbidden:

  The saints take Esrafil’s place from today,

  1940

  They give life to the dead and show the way;

  From corpses souls ascend without a choice

  Up from the body’s tomb due to this voice,

  Saying, ‘This voice has a distinctive tone,

  To grant life is the job of God alone;

  We’d died and been left there to decompose,

  Then came God’s blast* and everybody rose.’

  Whether God’s blast is open or concealed,

  It gives that which in Mary was revealed*—

  You who beneath your skin have lost it all

  1945

  Return from non-existence at His call!

  This call comes from the King Himself, it’s true,

  Although His servant utters it to you.

  God told him, ‘I’m your tongue and eye, my slave,

  Your wrath and your contentment too I gave,

  Go forth, because through me you hear and see.’*

  Though you’re God’s secret, don’t claim mastery,

  Since to Him who is for the Lord you turn,

  I’m yours, for ‘God’s for him’,* as we all learn;

  Sometimes I say ‘It’s you’, sometimes ‘It’s me’;

  1950

  Regardless, I am sunlight, can’t you see?

  When I emit a breath just like a ray,

  The problems of the world all fade away;

  That darkness which resists all solar light

  My breath makes like the morning, clear and bright!

  The names to Adam God himself explained,

  This knowledge all the rest through Adam gained;

  Whether in Adam’s light or God’s you bask,

  You choose between the goblet and the flask,

  For with the flask the goblet has a link

  1955

  So potent, blessed be that fine goblet’s drink!

  The Prophet said, ‘Those who’ve seen me are best,

  But people who’ve seen them are just as blest.’

  When lamps reflect a candle, men of course

  See it as well and know what is the source,

  A hundred times like this though it is passed

  The source stays linked to those who see it last—

  Either be nourished by the final flame

  Or the soul’s candle, for they’re all the same,

 

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