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SHOWING THAT
WHEN THE SELF IS STRENGTHENED BY LOVE IT GAINS DOMINION OVER THE OUTWARD AND INWARD FORCES OF THE UNIVERSE.
| WHEN the Self is made strong by Love | |
| Its power rules the whole world. | |
| The Heavenly Sage who adorned the sky with stars | 485 |
| Plucked these buds from the bough of the Self. | |
| Its hand becomes God's hand, | |
| The moon is split by its fingers54- | |
| It is the arbitrator in all the quarrels of the world. | |
| Its command is obeyed by Darius and Jamshid. | 490 |
| I will tell thee a story of Bu Ali,55 | |
| Whose name is renowned in India, | |
| Him who sang of the ancient rose-garden | |
| And discoursed to us about the lovely rose: | |
| The air of his fluttering skirt | 495 |
| Made a Paradise of this fire-born country. | |
| His young disciple went one day to the bazaar | |
| The wine of Bu Ali's discourse had turned his head. | |
| The governor of the city was coming along on horseback, | |
| His servant and staff-bearer rode beside him. | 500 |
| The forerunner shouted, "O senseless one, | |
| Do not get in the way of the governor's escort !" | |
| But the dervish walked on with drooping head, | |
| Sunk in the sea of his own thoughts. | |
| The staff-bearer, drunken with pride, | 505 |
| Broken his staff on the head of the dervish. | |
| Who stepped painfully out of the governor's way. | |
| Sad and sorry, with a heavy heart. | |
| He came to Bu Ali and complained | |
| And released the tears from his eyes. | 510 |
| Like lightning that falls on mountains, | |
| The Sheikh poured forth a fiery torrent of speech. | |
| He let loose from his soul a strange fire, | |
| He gave an order to his secretary: | |
| "Take thy pen and write a letter | 515 |
| From a dervish to a sultan! | |
| Say, 'Thy governor has broken my servant's head; | |
| He has cast burning coals on his own life. | |
| Arrest this wicked governor, | |
| Or else I will bestow thy kingdom on another. | 520 |
| The letter of the saint's who had access to God | |
| Caused the monarch to tremble in every limb. | |
| His body was filled with aches, | |
| He grew as pale as the evening sun. | |
| He sought out a handcuff for the governor | 525 |
| And entreated Bu Ali to pardon this offence. | |
| Khusrau, the sweet-voicedeloquent poet.56 | |
| Whose harmonies how from the mind | |
| And whose genius hath the soft brilliance of moonlight, | |
| Was chosen to the king's ambassador. | 530 |
| When he entered Bu Ali's presence and played his lute, | |
| His song melted the fakir's soul like glass. | |
| One strain of Poesy bought the grace | |
| Of a kingdom that was frim as a mountain. | |
| Do not wound the heart of dervishes, | 535 |
| Do not throw thyself into burning fire creative |
