EPIPHANY OF SAROSH
Thereupon the wise man ceased his discourse; | 665 |
self-intoxicated, he broke away from the world | |
ecstasy and yearning snatched him out of his own hands. | |
Then came into being, by the magic of divine vision | |
when it is present the motes become like Mount Sinai, | |
without its presence there is nor light nor manifestation | 660 |
a delicate creature in the talisman of that night, | |
a star shining upon that starless night. | |
The hyacinth-curls of his two tresses reached his waist, | |
mountains and foothills drew brilliance from his face. | |
Wholly drowned in a drunken epiphany, | 665 |
drunken without wine, he chanted melodiously. | |
Before him the lantern of the imagination span around, | |
full of wiles as the ancient sphere of heaven; | |
in that lantern appeared a form of many hues, | |
hawk pouncing on sparrow, panther seizing deer. | 670 |
I said to Rumi, You who know the secret, | |
reveal the secret to your companion of little vision. | |
He said, This form like unto flashing silver | |
was born in the thought of the holy God; | |
impatiently, out of the joy of self- manifestation, | 675 |
he came down into the dormitory of existence, | |
like ourselves a wanderer, exile his portion | |
you are an exile, I am an exile, he is an exile. | |
His rank is that of Gabriel, his name is Sarosh, | |
he transports from sense, and restores to sense. | 680 |
It was his dew that opened our bud, | |
the fire of his breath kindled the dead ember. | |
The poets plectrum striking the chords of the heart is of him, | |
and it is he who rends the veil shrouding the Kaaba. | |
Within his melody I have glimpsed an entire universe. | 685 |
now take fire for a moment from his song. |