“How can love thrive In hearts impoverished and half alive? ‘Beggars’, you say -- such niggling poverty Will not encourage truth or charity. An man whose eyes love opens risks his soul -- His dancing breaks beyond the mind’s control When long ago the Simorgh first appeared -- His face like sunlight when the clouds have cleared -- He cast unnumbered shadows on the earth, On each one fixed his eyes, and each gave birth. Thus we were born; the birds of every land Are still his shadows -- think, and understand. If you had known this secret you would see The link between yourselves and Majesty; Do not reveal this truth, and God forfend That you mistake for God Himself God’s friend. If you become that substance I propound, You are not God, though in God you are drowned; Those lost in Him are not the Deity -- This problem can be argued endlessly. You are His shadow, and cannot be moved By thoughts of life or death once this is proved. If He had kept His majesty concealed, No earthly shadow would have been revealed, And where that shadow was directly cast The race of birds sprang up before it passed. Your heart is not a mirror bright and clear If there the Simorgh’s for does not appear; No one can bear His beauty face to face, And for this reason, of His perfect grace, He makes a mirror in our hearts -- look there To see Him, search your hearts with anxious care.KHuwaja Attar(R A)
Posted on: Sat, 15 Jun 2013 03:09:35 +0000
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