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VII


TO THE EFFECT THAT PLATO, WHOSE THOUGHT HAS DEEPLY INFLUENCED THE MYSTICISM AND LITERATURE OF ISLAM, FOLLOWED
THE SHEEP'S DOCTRINE, AND THAT WE MUST BE ON OUR GUARD AGAINST HIS THEORIES59








































































































































PLATO, the prime
ascetic and sage.
Was one of that ancient
flock of sheep.
His Pegasus went astray
in the darkness of idealism
And dropped its shoe
amidst the rocks of actuality.
He was so fascinated by
the invisible
635
That he made hand, eye,
and ear of no account.
"To die,"
said he, "is the secret of Life:
The candle is glorified
by being put out."
He dominates our
thinking,
His cup sends us to
sleep and takes the sensible world away from us.
640
He is a sheep in man's
clothing,
The soul of the Sufi
bows to his authority.
He soared with his
intellect to the highest heaven
And called the world of
phenomena a myth.
'Twas his -work to
dissolve the structure of Life'
645
And cut the bough of
Life's fair tree asunder.
The thought of Plato
regarded loss as profit,
His philosophy declared
that being is not-being.
He natures drowsed and
created a dream
His mind's eye created
a mirage.
650
Since he was without
any taste for action,
His soul was enraptured
by the nonexistent.
He disbelieved in the
material universe
And became the creator
of invisible Ideas.
Sweet is the world of
phenomena to be living spirit,
655
Dear is the world of
Ideas to the dead spirit:
Its gazelles have no
grave of movement,
Its partridges are
denied the pleasure of walking daintily.
Its dewdrops are unable
to quiver,
Its birds have no
breath in their breasts,
660
Its seed does not
desire to grow,
Its moths do not know
how to flutter.
Our recluse had no
remedy but flight:
He could not endure the
noise of this world.
He set his heart on the
glow of a quenched flame
665
And depicted a word
steeped in opium.
He spread his wings
towards the sky
And never came down to
his nest again.
His fantasy is sunk in
the jar of heaven:
I know not whether it
is the dregs or brick of the wine-jar.60
670
The peoples were
poisoned by his intoxication:
He slumbered and took
no delight in deeds.

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