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THE SPHERE OF JUPITER
The noble spirits of Hallaj,Ghalib, and Qurrat
al-Ain Tahira who disdained to dwell in Paradise,
preferring to wander for ever
| Let me be a ransom for this demented heart | |
| which every instant bestows on me another desert; | |
| whenever I take up a lodging, it says, ‘Rise -up!’ | |
| The self-strong man reckons the sea as but a pool. | 2100 |
| Seeing that the signs of God are infinite | |
| where, traveller, can the high-road end? | |
| The task of science is to see and consume, | |
| the work of gnosis is to see and augment; | |
| science weighs in the balance of technology, | 2105 |
| gnosis weighs in the balance of intuition; | |
| science holds in its hand water and earth, | |
| gnosis holds in its hand the pure spirit; | |
| science casts its gaze upon phenomena, | |
| gnosis absorbs phenomena into itself. | 2110 |
| In quest of continuous manifestations | |
| I travel through the skies, lamenting like a reed; | |
| all this is by the grace of a pure-born saint | |
| whose ardour fell upon my soul. | |
| The caravan of these two scanners of existence | 2115 |
| presently halted by the shores of Jupiter, | |
| that world, that earth not yet complete, | |
| circling about it moons swift of pace; | |
| the glass of its vine was still empty of wine, | |
| desire as yet had not sprouted from its soil. | 2120 |
| Midnight, a world half day in the moon’s gleam, | |
| the air thereof neither chill nor torrid. | |
| As I lifted my gaze towards heaven | |
| I saw a star closer to me; | |
| the awful prospect robbed me of my senses— | 2125 |
| near and far, late and soon became transformed. | |
| I saw before me three pure spirits | |
| the fire in whose breasts might melt the world. | |
| They were clad in robes of tulip hue, | |
| their faces gleamed with an inner glow; | 2130 |
| in fever and fervour since the moment of Alast, | |
| intoxicated with the wine of their own melodies. | |
| Rumi said, ‘Do not go out of yourself so, | |
| be quickened by the breath of these songs of fire. | |
| You have never seen intrepid passion; behold! | 2135 |
| You have never seen the power of this wine; behold! | |
| Ghalib and Hallaj and the Lady of Persia | |
| have flung tumult into the soul of the sanctuary. | |
| These songs bestow stability on the spirit, | |
| their warmth springs from the inmost heart of creation.’ | 2140 |
