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AN INDIAN


ASCETIC, KNOWN TO THE PEOPLE OF INDIA AS JAHAN-DOST, WHO LIVES
AS A HERMIT IN ONE OF THE CAVERNS OF THE MOON


































































































Like a blind man, my
hand on my companion’s shoulder,
I placed my foot within
a deep cavern;
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the moon’s heart
was sore ravaged by its darkness,
within it even the sun
would have needed a lamp.
Fancies and doubts made
assault upon me,
hung my reason and
sense upon the gallows.
I went along a road
where highwaymen lurked in ambush,
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my heart void of the
joy of truth and certainty;
presently
manifestations met my gaze unveiled,
a bright dawn without
any rising of the sun—
a valley, whereof each
stone was an idolater,
a demon’s haunt
thick with lofty palm-trees.
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Was this place truly
compounded of earth and water,
or was my sleeping
fantasy painting pictures?
The air was filled with
the joy and gaiety of wine,
the shadows, kissing
its dust, were light’s own essence.
No cerulean sky spanned
its earth,
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no twilight painted its
margin crimson and gold;
there light was not in
the chains of darkness,
there no mists
enveloped dawn and eventide.
Under a palm-tree an
Indian sage,
the pupils of his eyes
bright with collyrium,
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his hair knotted on his
head, his body naked,
coiled about him a
white snake writhing,
a man superior to water
and clay,
the world a mere image
in the cloister of his fantasy,
his time subject to no
revolution of days,
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he had no traffick with
the azure-tinted skies.
He said to Rumi,
‘Who is your fellow-traveller?
In his glance there is
a desire for life!’

Rumi




















































A man who is a wanderer
on the quest,
a fixed star with the
constitution of a planet.
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His enterprise is more
mature than his immaturities;
I am a martyr to his
imperfections.
He has made of his
glass the arch of heaven,
his thought seeks to be
boon- companion of Gabriel!
He swoops like an eagle
on the moon and sun, his prey,
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hot-foot he
circumambulates the nine spheres.
A drunkard’s words
he has spoken to the people of earth
calling the houris
idols, Paradise an idol-house.
I have seen flames in
the billow of his smoke,
I have seen majestic
pride in his prostration.
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Ever he laments
yearningly like a flute,
separation and union
alike slay him.
I do not know what is
in his water and clay;
I do not know what his
rank and station may be.

Jahan-Dost








The world is a thing of
colour, and God is without colour.
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What is the world? What
is man? What is God?

Rumi

































Man is a sword, and God
is the swordsman;
the world is the
whetstone for this sword.
The East saw God and
did not see the world,
the West crept along
the world and fled away from God.
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True servanthood is to
open the eyes to God;
true life is to see
oneself without a veil.
When a servant takes
quittance of life
God Himself calls down
blessings on that servant.
Whatever man is
unconscious of his destiny,
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his dust travels not
with the fire of the soul.

Jahan-Dost


























































































































Tied up in the knot of
being and not-being
the East has seen
little into these secrets.
The task of us
celestials is only to see,
and my soul does not
despair of the East’s tomorrow.
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Yesterday I saw on the
summit of Qashmarud
an angel that had
descended out of heaven;
out of his glance the
joy of sight distilled
as he gazed solely
towards our mound of dust.
I said to him,
‘Hide not a secret from your confidants;
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what is it that you see
in this silent dust?
Do you melt for the
beauty of some Venus?
Have you flung your
heart into the well of Babylon?’
He said, ‘It is
the hour of the East’s arising;
the East has a new sun
shining in its breast.
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Rubies come forth from
the stones of the road,
its Josephs are issuing
out of the well.
I have seen a
resurrection happening in its bloom,
I have seen its
mountains trembling and quaking;
it is packing up to
quit the station of Azar
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at last to forswear
forever idolatry.
Happy is the people
whose soul has fluttered,
that has created itself
anew out of its own clay.
For the Throne –
angels that hour is the dawn of festival
when the eyes of a
nation at last awake!’
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The Indian sage was
silent for a little while;
then he looked at me
again, somewhat impatiently.
He asked, ‘Death
of the reason?’ I said, Giving tip thought.’
He asked, ‘Death
of the heart?’ I said, ‘Giving up remembrance.’
He asked, ‘The
body?’ I said, ‘Born of the dust of the road.’
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He asked, ‘The
Soul?’ I said ‘The symbol of One God.’
He asked, ‘And
Man?’ I said, ‘One of God’s secrets.’
He asked, ‘The
world?’ I said, ‘Itself stands face to face.’
He asked, ‘This
science and art?’ I said, ‘Mere husk.’
‘He asked,
‘What is the proof?’ I said, ‘The face of the Beloved.’
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He asked, ‘The
commons’ religion?’ I said, ‘Just hearsay.’
He asked, ‘The
gnostics’ religion?’ I said, ‘True seeing.’
My words brought much
pleasure to his soul,
and he disclosed to me
delightful subtleties.

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