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THE DIVINE
PRESENCE
| Though Paradise is a manifestation of Him | |
| the soul reposes not, save in the vision of Him. | |
| We are veiled from our Origin; | 3485 |
| we are as birds who have lost our nest. | |
| If knowledge is perverse and evil of substance | |
| it is the greatest curtain before our eyes; | |
| but if the object of knowledge is contemplation | |
| it becomes at once the highway and the guide, | 3490 |
| laying bare before you the shell of being | |
| that you may ask, ‘What is the secret of this display?’ | |
| Thus it is that knowledge smoothes the road, | |
| thus it is that it awakens desire; | |
| it gives you pain and anguish, fire and fever, | 3495 |
| it gives you mid-night lamentations. | |
| From the science of the interpretation of the world of colour and scent | |
| your eyes and your heart derive nourishment; | |
| it brings you to the stage of ecstasy and yearning | |
| and then suffers you like Gabriel to stand. | 3500 |
| How shall love bring any soul to the Solitude, | |
| seeing love is jealous of its own eyes? | |
| Its beginning is the road and the companion, | |
| its end, travelling the road without companion. | |
| I passed on from all the houris and places | 3505 |
| and hazarded the soul’s skiff on the sea of light. | |
| I was drowned in the contemplation of Beauty, | |
| which is constantly in eternal revolution; | |
| I became lost in the heart of creation | |
| till life appeared to me like a rebeck | 3510 |
| whose every string was another lute, | |
| each melody more blood-drenched than the other. | |
| We are all one family of fire and light, | |
| man, sun and moon, Gabriel and houri. | |
| Before the soul a mirror has been hung, | 3515 |
| bewilderment mingled with certainty; | |
| today’s dawn, whose light is manifest, | |
| in His Presence is yesterday and tomorrow ever present. | |
| God. revealed in all His mysteries, | |
| with my eyes makes vision of Himself. | 3520 |
| To see Him is to wax ever without waning, | |
| to see Him is to rise from the body’s tomb; | |
| servant and Master lying in wait on one another, | |
| each impatiently yearning to behold the other. | |
| Life, wherever it may be, is a restless search; | 3525 |
| unresolved is this riddle-am I the quarry, or is He? | |
| Love gave my soul the delight of beholding, | |
| gave my tongue the boldness to speak: | |
| Thou who givest light and vision to both worlds, | |
| look a little while on yonder ball of clay. | 3530 |
| Uncongenial to the free servitor, | |
| from its hyacinths springs the sting of thorns. | |
| The victors are drowned in pleasure and enjoyment, | |
| the vanquished have only to count the days and nights. | |
| Thy world has been wasted by imperialism, | 3535 |
| dark night ravelled in the sleeve of the sun. | |
| The science of Westerners is spoliation; | |
| the temples have turned to Khaibar, without a Haidar. | |
| He who proclaims ‘No god but God’ is helpless; | |
| his thought, having no centre, wanders astray, | 3540 |
| slowly dying, pursued by four deaths— | |
| the usurer, the governor, the mullah, the shaikh. | |
| How is such a world worthy of Thee? | |
| Water and clay are a stain upon Thy skirt.’ |
The Voice of
Beauty
| The Pen of God such images fair and foul | 3545 |
| wrote exactly as became each one of us. | |
| Noble sir, do you know what it is, to be? | |
| It is to take one’s share of the beauty of God’s Essence. | |
| Creating? It is to search for a beloved, | |
| to display one’s self to another being. | 3550 |
| All these tumultuous riots of being | |
| without our beauty could not come to exist. | |
| Life is both transient and everlasting; | |
| all this is creativity and vehement desire. | |
| Are you alive? Be vehement, be creative; | 3555 |
| like Us, embrace all horizons; | |
| break whatsoever is uncongenial, | |
| out of your heart’s heart produce a new world— | |
| it is irksome to the free servitor | |
| to live in a world belonging to others. | 3560 |
| Whoever possesses not the power to create | |
| in Our sight is naught but an infidel, a heathen; | |
| such a one has not taken his share of Our Beauty, | |
| has not tasted the fruit of the Tree of Life. | |
| Man of God, be trenchant as a sword, | 3565 |
| be yourself your own world’s destiny! |
Zinda- Rud
| What law governs the world of colour and scent, | |
| but that water once flowed returns not to the stream? | |
| Life has no desire for repetition, | |
| its nature is not habituated to repetition; | 3570 |
| beneath the sky, reversion is unlawful to life | |
| once a people has fallen, it rises not again. | |
| When a nation dies, it rarely rises from the grave; | |
| what recourse has it, but the tomb and resignation?. |
The Voice of
Beauty
| Life is not a mere repetition of the breath, | 3575 |
| its origin is from the Living, Eternal God. | |
| The soul near to Him who said ‘Lo, I am nigh’— | |
| that is to take one’s share of everlasting life. | |
| The individual through the Unity becomes Divine, | |
| the nation through the Unity becomes Omnipotent; | 3580 |
| Unity produced Ba Yazid, Shibli, Bu Dharr, | |
| Unity produced, for the nations, Tughril and Sanjar. | |
| Without the Divine Epiphany man has no permanence; | |
| Our Manifestation is life to individual and nation; | |
| both attain their perfection through the Unity, | 3585 |
| life being for the latter Majesty, for the former Beauty. | |
| The one is of Solomon, the other of Salman, | |
| the one perfect poverty, the other all power: | |
| the one sees there is One, the other becomes one— | |
| while in the world, sit with the former, live with the latter! | 3590 |
| What is the nation, you who declare ‘No god but God’? | |
| With thousands of eyes, to be one in vision | |
| The proof and claim of God’s people are always One: | |
| ‘Our tents are apart, our hearts are one.’ | |
| Oneness of vision converts the motes to the sun; | 3595 |
| be one of vision, that God may be seen unveiled. | |
| Do not look slightingly on oneness of vision; | |
| this is a true epiphany of the Unity. | |
| When a nation becomes drunk with the Unity | |
| power, yea, omnipotence lies in its grasp. | 3600 |
| A nation’s spirit exists through association; | |
| a nation’s spirit has no need of a body. | |
| Since its being manifests out of companionship, | |
| it dies when the bands of companionship are broken. | |
| Are you dead? Become living through oneness of vision; | 3605 |
| cease to be centreless, become stable. | |
| Create unity of thought and action, | |
| that you may possess authority in the world. |
Zinda-Rud
| Who am I? Who art Thou? Where is the world? | |
| Why is there a distance between me and Thee? | 3610 |
| Say, why am I in the bonds of destiny? | |
| Why dost Thou die not, whilst I die? |
The Voice of
Beauty
| You have been in the world dimensionate, | |
| and any contained therein, therein dies. | |
| If you seek life, advance your selfhood, | 3615 |
| drown the world’s dimensions in your self. | |
| You shall then behold who am and who you are | |
| how you died in the world, and how you lived. |
Zinda-Rud
| Accept the excuses of this ignorant man; | |
| remove the veil from the face of destiny. | 3620 |
| I have seen the revolution of Russia and Germany, | |
| I have seen the tumult raging in Moslemdom, | |
| I have seen the contrivings of West and East— | |
| prevent the destinies of West and East. |
Epiphany of the
Divine Majesty
| Suddenly I beheld my world, | |
| that earth and heaven of mine, | |
| I saw it drowned in a light of dawn; | |
| I saw it crimson as a jujube-tree: | |
| out of the epiphanies which broke in my soul | |
| I fell drunk with ecstasy, like Moses. | 3630 |
| That light revealed every secret veiled | |
| and snatched the power of speech from my tongue. | |
| Out of the deep heart of the inscrutable world | |
| an ardent, flaming melody broke forth. | |
| ‘Abandon the East, be not spellbound by the West, | 3635 |
| for all this ancient and new is not worth one barleycorn. | |
| That signet-ring which you gambled away to Ahriman | |
| should not be pledged even to trusty Gabriel. | |
| Life, that ornament of society, is guardian of itself; | |
| you who are of the caravan, travel alone, yet go with all! | 3640 |
| You have come forth brighter than the all-illumining sun; | |
| so live, that you may irradiate every mote. | |
| Alexander, Darius, Qubad and Khusrau have departed | |
| like a blade of grass fallen in the path of the wind. | |
| So slender is your cup that the tavern has been put to shame; | 3645 |
| seize a tumbler, and drink wisely, and so be gone!’ |
