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XIII


STORY OF THE DIAMOND AND THE COAL


































































































































NOW I will open one
more gate of truth,
I will tell thee
another tale.
The coal in the mine
said the diamond.
O thou entrusted with
splendours eve lasting.
We are comrades, and
our being is one;
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The source of our
existence is the same,
Yet while I die here in
the anguish of worthlessness,
Thou art set on the
crowns of emperors.
My stuff is so vile
that I am valued less than earth,
Whereas the mirror's
heart is rent by thy beauty,
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My darkness illumines
the chafing dish,
Then my substance is
incinerated at last
Every one puts the sole
of his foot on my head
And covers my stock of
existence with ashes.
My fate must needs be
deplored:
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Dost thou know what is
the gist of my being
It is a condensed
wavelet of smoke,
Endowed with a single
spark.92
Both in, feature and
nature thou art star-like,
Splendours rise from
every side of thee.
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Now thou become'st the
light of a monarch's eye,
Now thou adornest the
haft of a dagger."
"O sagacious
friend!" said the diamond,
"Dark earth, when
hardened, becomes in dignity as a bezel.
Having been at strife
with its environment,
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It is ripened by the
struggle and grows hard like a stone.
'Tis this ripeness that
has endowed my form with light.
And filled my bossom
with radiance.
Because thy being is
immature, thou hast become abased;
Because thy body is
soft, thou art burnt.
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Be void of fear, grief,
and anxiety;
Be hard as a stone, be
a diamond!
Whosoever strives hard
and grips tight,
The two worlds are
illumined by him.
A little earth is the
origin of the Black Stone
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Which puts forth its
head in the Ka’aba:
Its rank is higher than
Sinai,
It is kissed by the
swarthy and the fair.
In solidity consists
the glory of Life:
Weakness is
worthlessness and immaturity."
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