{"collection":"Islam","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/isl/mes/mes28.htm","path":"isl/mes/mes28.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/isl/mes/mes28.htm","text":"The Mesnavi and The Acts of the Adepts, by Jelal-'d-din Rumi and Shemsu-'d-Din Ahmed, tr. by James W. Redhouse, [1881]\nThere was a scribe\u00a01, before \u2018Uthm\u0101n\u00a02 had filled that post,\n Most diligent in noting revelation's host.\n Whatever text the Prophet had to promulgate\n On parchment did this scribe trace all its terms of fate.\nThe splendour of those inspirations filled his soul.\n His mind became enlightened, as a glowing coal.\n The substance of that wisdom from the Prophet came.\n The silly scribe imagined \u2019twas his genius\u2019 flame:\n \"The texts the Prophet promulgates with rare effect,\n 5 Appear verbatim in my mind, without defect.\"\nThe Prophet was aware of this egregious sin.\n The wrath of God descended from high heaven's welkin.\n The scribe renounced his office, and his faith at once.\n Religion's fiercest foe he stood now, for the nonce.\n The Prophet questioned him: \"Benighted, wretched man!\n If light there be in thee, whence this thy darkest plan?\n Hadst thou a fountain of God's truth been, verily,\n This turbid stream had never flowed thence, heavily.\"\nNot caring to expose his scribe to all his friends,\n 10 The Prophet held his peace, to watch th\u2019 adventure's ends.\nThe scribe's heart hardened more and more as time rolled on.\n Repentance he felt not; his pride grew thereupon.\n He sighed. His sighs were not the signs of contrite heart;\n But tokens sure that justice made him feel its smart.\n God caused his pride to weigh more heavy than a chain.\n How many thus are fettered; none can heal their pain.\n His blasphemy and pride held him in iron grip;\n His very sighs he felt constrained to stifle on his lip.\n He cried: \"'The iron collars they're compelled to wear;'\u00a01\n There's naught but iron collars; these are all we bear! 15\n 'Behind them is a barrier; but We've bound their eyes,'\u00a02\n So that they see not what's before, behind those ties.\"\nThe barrier so upreared appears a level plain;\n He knows not \u2019tis a bourn that checks him like a chain.\n Thy witness is a barrier, bars sight of the Lord;\n Thy teacher is a veil, shuts out God's holy word.\n How many infidels, oh! long faith to possess!\n Their pride, their honour, stands between them and success.\n That barrier, unseen, \u2019s than iron firmer still.\n An axe can hew through iron; not through stubborn will. 20\n A bond of iron may be broken by due means;\n A moral bond is what holds firmest, where it leans.\nA bee, a wasp, may sting one to the very quick;\n Yet may the same be warded by precaution's trick.\n But what's to do when sting is in our very selves?\n The pain is then most biting, deeper far it delves.\n Unwillingly has leaped this subject from my mind.\n I fear \u2019twill leave despair in many, deep behind.\n Despair thou not; take consolation to thy soul;\n And cry to that Deliverer who can make thee whole: 25\n \"Thou Lover of forgiveness! Pardon to me grant!\n Physician of the soul! Relieve my direful want!\"\nSuch counsel wise drove mad that erring sinner, quite.\n Think not of him. \u2019Twill tire thy mind beyond respite.\n My friend! This counsel tells with equal force on thee.\n It flows through all the saints, though transient thou it see.\n Within the house a gleam of light has been espied.\n This light comes from a neighbour's lamp, with oil supplied.\n Give thanks for it. Be not puffed up. Snort not, good man!\n 30 To me lend ear. Presumption chase to utmost span.\n Alas! that this most transient ray of dubious light,\n The nations has seduced from God's sole path of right.\n I'll be the very slave of him, who, at each stage,\n Will not suppose the goal \u2019tis of his pilgrimage.\n How many stages are there must be left behind,\n Before the traveller reach the home he bears in mind.\n Although the iron may glow red, the colour's not\n Its own; \u2019tis but reflection of the fire that's hot.\n A window or a house with light may be suffused;\n 35 But still, the source of light is in the sun, diffused.\n Each wall, each gate, may cry amain: \"I shine! I shine!\n I have no need of other's light. \u2019Tis mine! \u2019Tis mine!\"\n But then the sun demurs: \"O thing of little sense!\n So soon as I shall set, thy darkness will be dense!\"\n The plants may think their verdure's all their very own.\n So fresh, so green; so pleasant every flower full-blown.\n But then again the summer season makes comment:\n \"When I am past, your present charms will soon be spent.\"\nA beauty's lovely body prides itself as fair.\n 40 Her spirit, having hid itself within its lair,\n Remarks: \"Thou dunghill! Wherefore all this silly pride?\n Thou bloomest but a day or two, while I preside.\n Thy affectation, vanity, \u2019s too vast for me.\n But stay till I depart: then straightway thou shalt see.\n Thy lovers then shall loathe thy charms, adored before.\n To worms, and toads, and snakes they'll fling thee, as cheap store.\nThy stench shall make him hold his nose in deep disgust,\n Who lately in thy presence would have licked the dust.\"\nReflections from the spirit are the tongue, the eye, the ear.\n Accessions from the fire steam's bubbles \u2019tis upbear. 45\n E\u2019en as the soul's reflection on the body acts,\n Reflection from th\u2019 inspiring saints my soul impacts.\n When my soul's life shall quit my soul, alack-a-day!\n My soul shall lifeless be, like mortal soulless clay.\n \u2019Tis therefore that I cast myself down in the dust,\n That earth may witness bear for me before th\u2019 All-Just.\nIn day of judgment, \"when the earth shall quake with fear,\"\u00a01\n Earth shall itself bear witness to my prayerful tear.\n Command shall issue: \"Loud proclaim the acts thou\u2019st seen.\"\n The earth, the rocks, a tongue shall find, to tell what's been. 50\n Philosophers deny this, in their pride of mind;\n But tell them: \"Dash your heads against a wall, ye blind!\"\n The speech of earth, of water, and of plastic clay,\n Is audible unto the ears of saints that pray.\n Philosophers who will deny God's saving grace,\n Are strangers to the powers of saints' inspired race.\n He holds that inclination, working on man's brain,\n Gives rise to heated phantasy's legerdemain.\n True, his own blasphemy and lack of firm belief\n Have raised in him denial's phantom, reason's thief. 55\n Philosophers deny the devil does exist;\n While they themselves his sport are, in his cursed fist.\n Hast never seen the devil? Look at thy own self!\n Who'd paint his forehead blue, unless deceived by elf?\u00a02\nWhoever hath a doubt or trouble in his mind,\n In secret's a philosopher, as you may find.\n He wears the outward semblance of belief; but then,\n Anon and ever his philosophy claims pen.\n Beware, all ye believers! In you lurks this germ;\n 60 Within yourselves lies latent vile deception's sperm.\n The two and seventy sects are all within your hearts,\u00a01\n And only wait a chance to play their fatal parts.\nWhoever hath the bud of faith grown in his breast,\n As aspen-leaf must tremble, lest it be supprest.\n Thou laughest at the devil in thy foolish pride;\n Thyself thou hast imagined sin's stern deicide.\n But when thy soul shall manifested be to all,\n Sad sighs and moans shall rise from those who're seen to fall.\n Exhibitors of base coin in this world below\n 65 Smile now; the touchstone yet is hidden in form's glow.\nO Veiler of men's sins! Lift not Thy veil from us!\u00a02\n In day of trial be our Helper, gracious!\n Adulteration now contends with purest coin;\n The gold awaits the day of trial to rejoin.\n It slily thinks in its mute way, without ado:\n \"Await a little, false ones! Trial comes! Soho!\n For was not Satan's self, in ages long gone by,\n Of light an angel, Prince of Powers, a galaxy,\n Until he envied Adam in his froward heart?\n 70 And then he fell, an outcast from heaven's high rampart.\n The son of Beor, Balaam, in the world's esteem,\n Was equal unto Moses. So all men did deem.\nTo him alone was homage paid by high and low;\n His prayers were reckoned medicine for every woe.\n To Moses he opposed himself, in foolish pride.\n The Scripture tells us how most miserably he died.\u00a01\n Of Balaams, and of Satans, in this world of ours,\n Some manifest, some secret, troops come at all hours.\n God granteth them celebrity within their spheres,\n That they may witness bear against their own compeers. 75\n Then, both are elevated on a gallows high,\n As warning unto others who for honours sigh.\n They both were covetous of homage and applause;\n And both received due punishment through God's just laws.\nThou, man, perchance, the idol of some crowd mayst be.\n For God's sake, then, beware thou transgress not as he.\n And setting up thyself against a better man,\n Thou come to grief, and bring to wreck thy every plan.\n The tales of \u2018\u0100d\u00a02 and Tham\u016bd\u00a03 have the moral clear,\n That saints of God, and righteous men, are held more dear. 80\n Those signs, and swift destruction overwhelming them,\n Proclaim aloud the power that saints around does hem.\nAs brutes are slain that man may live a life of ease,\n So men are slaughtered when they sin \u2019gainst God's decrees.\n For, what is wisdom? \u2019Tis th\u2019 omniscience divine.\n Man's wisdom is but folly, set against that mine.\n The brutes are timid, shun man's presence everywhere;\n Though man, in numbers, yields to them within this sphere.\n Their blood may lawfully be shed for needs of man;\n Because they lack th\u2019 ennobling spark of reason's scan. 85\n The brute is held of low degree on this our earth;\n As being weighed against great man's superior worth.\nWhat value will attach to thee, thou arrant fool,\n If, like an ass, thou spite the lords of reason's school?\n The ass, that renders service meet unto his lord,\n Men slay not. \u2019Tis the wild ass does them chase afford.\n The ass reaps naught of recompense for merit due;\n Yet, when he errs, fell punishment awaits him, true.\n If man, then, go astray, much more he's worthy blame;\n 90 Most justly shall chastisement visit him with shame.\n The blood of misbelievers righteously is shed,\n With sword and arrow, like wild ass on mountain fed.\n Their wives and children fall a prey to victor's hand;\n In that they lack true wisdom, cursed of God they stand.\n The reasonable creature fleeing reason's Lord,\n Renounces reason, brute becomes, calls for the sword.\nH\u0101r\u016bt, M\u0101r\u016bt,\u00a01 two angels famed throughout the earth,\n Through pride and insolence lost paradise for dearth.\n They trusted in the wondrous power they held of old;\n 95 As though a buffalo \u2019gainst lion should wax bold.\n His horns are mighty weapons, fearful to the foe;\n The lion tears him piecemeal; horns but work him woe.\n Had he as many horns as hedgehog quills, all o\u2019er,\n They'd help him not; the lion still would him o\u2019erpow\u2019r.\nThe hurricane roots up the forest trees amain;\n While pliant reeds from it no injury sustain.\n The fury of the blast hurts not their supple ease.\n Of strength, then, boast thee not, man. Seek wrath to appease.\n The axe is nothing daunted, seeing boughs of trees;\n 100 But, one by one, hews through them all; their end foresees.\n The axe sets not its trenchant edge to lop off leaves;\n \u2019Tis not the silky down of thistles that it cleaves.\n A flame is not abashed, though many thorns collect;\n Whole herds of sheep can never butcher's knife deflect.\nTo inward idea's power the outward sign must yield.\n That power, \u2019tis, makes revolve the heavens\u2019 vast starry field.\n The sphere, the circling firmament, consider now.\n What makes it turn? A force that rest will not allow.\n The movements of our bodies have no other source;\u2014\n The soul it is originates all vital force. 105\n The circulation of the air's from an idea;\n The millstone turns by water from the fields\u2019 area.\n The ebb and flow of tides, breath drawn, again expired,\n Whence all? \u2019Tis life compels, diffused through all, respired.\n The spirit \u2019tis decides what words our pen shall write;\n Or peace, or war, or anything our minds indite.\n To right, to left we go, e\u2019en as the spirit wills;\n A rose, a thorn,\u2014the spirit says which place it fills.\nOur God it was who sent this vital air in blasts,\n Like breath of dragons, to destroy old \u2018\u0100d's\u00a01 outcasts. 110\n While to the faithful it gave peace, and health, and strength;\n In gentle zephyrs softly breathing whole days\u2019 length.\n The Prophet hath assured us God's the soul of all.\n The Lord's the ocean whence the rills of spirit fall.\n The strata of the heavens and earth, with all therein,\n Are merely straws afloat on waves where powers begin.\n They dance about, are carried here and there by turns;\n Their movement's from the waves that power divine still churns.\n Decrees this they shall be at rest? At once they're flung\n Aside upon the shore, there to decay like dung. 115\n Wills it that they be tossed about on waves high-flown?\n They're but the leaves of autumn by the wild winds blown.\n Now turn we from this subject, most engaging still,\n To learn about those angels, victims of self-will.\nThe sins of all mankind were known to them as sure;\n No wickedness escapes the glance of spirits pure.\n In anger at such baseness they were moved to scorn;\n Their own defect was hidden from their sight, heaven-born.\nAn ugly man once saw his face in looking-glass.\n 120 He turned away enraged with that reflecting mass.\n So, when one self-conceited sees another's fault,\n A flame from hell is lighted in his bad heart's vault.\n \u2019Tis pride inflames him;\u2014holy zeal he dubs it straight;\n Not conscious of the vanity that makes his freight.\n A zeal for holiness by other tokens shines;\n And lights a fire by which to ashes earth declines.\nGod said to them: \"If you both shine with virtue's ray,\n No notice take of man's backslidings from its way.\n Give thanks and praises, rather, you're not made like them.\n 125 Lusts of the flesh, concupiscence, soil not your stem.\n Had I imposed upon you that great burden, sore;\n The heavens would not have been your home for evermore.\n The chastity that decks your spirit-nature now,\n Reflection is of purity that lights My brow.\n Know, this is but a quality you hold from Me.\n So shall th\u2019 accursed one not make you slaves to be!\"\n E\u2019en as the Prophet's scribe, with self-importance puffed,\n Imagined holy wisdom's light shone as he'd stuffed.\n Himself he fancied equal of prophetic quire;\n 130 His raven croak as their sweet song he dared admire.\n He who sets up to write the notes of every bird,\n Knows not th\u2019 inspiring springs within their bosom stirred.\n Could man acquire the note of nightingale so sweet,\n Would he have learnt as well its love the rose to meet?\n Should he achieve a notion of that love's intent;\n \u2019Twould be mere surmise, like deaf man's from lips\u2019 consent.\nSuch deaf man once was made aware by some kind friend,\n That next door dwelt an invalid near to his end.\n The poor man thought within himself: \"I'm deaf as stone,\n How can I hope to comprehend this neighbour's tone? 135\n More 'specially as sick men speak so very low.\n Still, go I must; mere decency demands my bow.\n When I advance, he'll me address, his lips will move.\n From thence I'll glean a notion, may not quite false prove.\n I'll ask him how he feels to-day, \u2019mid so much pain.\n He'll answer surely: 'Thank you; better in the main:\n Reply I will: 'Most happy! How's the appetite?'\n He'll answer: 'Pretty good, if chicken-broth invite.'\n I'll say: 'Good! Good! And what are you allowed to drink?\n Who is your doctor?' He'll respond, as one may think. 140\n Then I'll remark: 'With so much talent at command,\n You can't do better. Soon I hope to see you stand.\n I've had experience of his skill; I know his worth;\n With him as guide, you'll not go wrong.' So forth.\"\nThus having got his fancied answers all by heart,\n He goes to see the sick man; deftly plays his part.\n On asking: \"How are you?\" the patient says: \"Near dead.\"\n The deaf man straight rejoins: \"Of that I'm very glad.\"\n The sufferer felt insulted by this joy expressed.\n The deaf one had surmised,\u2014had failed in what he'd guessed. 145\n He now inquired the diet: \"Oh! It's poison all!\"\n Complained the sick man. \"Glad to hear it,\" he let fall.\n Still more the patient wondered. \"Who attends you, pray?\"\n Asked Deafy; \"whose advice is\u2019t leads you on your way?\"\n \"Death tracks my hours!\" said he; \"pray leave me now to rest.\"\n The other answered: \"Better can't be found; he's best.\"\nThe visitor retired, quite pleased with his rich art;\n And offered thanks for having played so kind a part.\n The sick man, on the contrary, was all on fire:\n 150 \"Whence comes this malice? Who has roused his soul to ire?\"\n So, turning in his mind the matter o\u2019er and o\u2019er,\n A message he determines that shall pay the score.\n Just so, a man who's eaten ill-digesting food,\n Can have no rest till it's ejected, well and good.\n Long-suffering is thy better part, reject it not;\n With patience, thou shalt find soft words best heal a plot.\n But our sick man found no such solace for his mind;\n He called the deaf one \"Ass,\" and \"Fool,\" and \"Sot,\" and \"Blind.\"\n Said he: \"I'll serve him out; I'll pay him what's his due!\n 155 Till then, my spirit will his hateful visit rue!\n A visit to the sick's for consolation's sake;\n His visit I abhor, his insults I'll not take.\n He's wished to gloat on foe laid prostrate at his feet;\n Some joy to gather thence his secret hate to greet.\"\nHow many pious men there are, to outward view,\n Reward of joy in heaven, as object, who pursue.\n At heart they're sinners still, despite the show they make.\n Alas! Hypocrisy for righteousness they take!\n Just as our deaf man thought he'd done a friendly act;\n 160 And yet, withal, had vexed his neighbour, as a fact.\n He soothed his soul by thinking: \"Kindly part I've played!\n I've acted as a neighbour! Sorrow I've allayed!\"\n Whereas, in truth, a fire he'd lighted for himself;\n And his sick neighbour's heart inspired with vengeful elf.\nBeware the fires you kindle by such acts as this!\n Beware offence to give, while proffering a kiss!\n The Prophet said one was a hypocrite, he knew:\n \"Go, worship, friend; thy act's no worship, as I trew!\"\nFor fear lest we should trespass, even as we pray,\n Our worship has the prayer: \"Lord, guide us in Thy way!\"\u00a01 165\n \"Permit not Thou, O God, that my devotion's act\n Be counted erring hypocrite's unwelcome pact!\"\nThe surmise of our deaf man wide was of the mark.\n A ten years\u2019 friendship \u2019twould have wrecked! Beware such spark!\n Man's judgment, friend, that's based on sense's treacherous sand,\n Can never be compared with revelation's wand.\n Hast ear to hear? Hast mind to recognise the truth?\n Know, then, thy moral ear is deaf to godly sooth\n The first who followed sense, and reason\u2014as he thought\u2014\n Instead of God's true light, the devil was, we're taught. 170\n He judged: \"The fire more noble is than sordid earth;\n From fire was I created; clay gave Adam birth.\n The stock from whence it springs decides each kind of fruit;\n From darkness Adam's sprung; light at my birth did suit.\"\nThe Lord replied: \"\u2019Tis not a question of descent.\n Pre-eminence is here the prize of righteous bent.\n \u2019Tis not a heritage of worldly wealth to share.\n Why talk of ancestry? Heart's qualities declare.\n The heritage we've now to give is prophecy;\n The heirs thereto are they whose spirits hate a lie. 175\n The son of Ab\u016b-Jahl believed, and saved his soul;\u00a02\n A son of Noah rebelled; became perdition's goal.\u00a03\n The son of earth was made resplendent as the moon;\n Thou, son of fire, begone, disgraced, cursed, none too soon!\"\nInvestigations, reasonings, on days of cloud,\n By night, in darkness, guide the doubting crowd;\nBut, when the sun shines,\u2014when God's temple's clearly seen,\n No doubt remains which way to turn one's face, I ween.\n The temple hidden, its direction quite unknown,\n 180 Then use thy judgment. God this method's kindly shown.\u00a01\nWhene\u2019er you hear a note of God's truth-warbling bird,\u00a02\n You straightway seize its literal sense, just as \u2019tis heard.\n You then use suppositions of your darksome mind,\n And form, through wrong conclusions, guesses worse than blind.\n The saints use terms of technical significance,\n Unknown to worldly reasoners\u2019 crass ignorance.\n The language of the bird you learn, as to its notes;\n But clean destroy its sense; as sure as fancy dotes.\nE\u2019en as the sick man of our tale, saints\u2019 hearts are grieved;\n 185 Though, like the deaf man, you suppose you've good achieved.\n The scribe of writ inspired had all its text by heart;\n Then thought himself inspired;\u2014would play a prophet's part.\n The Prophet, warbler-like, smote him with powerful wing;\n He forthwith sank to blind despair, through conscience\u2019 sting.\n So \u2019tis with you. Perversely, or with vain surmise,\n You would interpret words descended from the skies.\n Like H\u0101r\u016bt, and like M\u0101r\u016bt, well you've learnt the tune\n They sang of old in pride: \"We're God's elect,\" jejune.\n You pray for grace on all the sins of wicked men;\n 190 You curse your own foul egotism, greed's hungry ken.\nBeware lest God's just jealousy break forth amain,\n And smite you to the earth, ne\u2019er more to rise again.\nThose angels owned, in words: \"To rule is Thine, O God.\n Without Thy strong protection, safety's soon downtrod.\"\n Such were their lip-words. But their hearts\u2019 rebellious pride,\n With foolish boasting, thought: \"No harm can us betide.\"\n They never ceased to brood on vanities thus framed,\n Till fire of arrogance burst forth from breasts inflamed;\n Then proclamation made: \"O elemental men!\n How little have ye known the range of angel's ken. 195\n We'll weave dense curtains o\u2019er the sky's revolving face;\n Descending then to earth, we'll there our temple place.\n We'll justice distribute, and worship we'll commend,\n Returning every night to heaven, whence we descend.\n So shall we be admired by all who dwell on earth,\n And fill the world with gladness, safety, peace, and mirth.\"\n Alas! Such fancy's false! Earth cannot heaven be;\n Their difference is radical, as all may see! 199\nm234:1 I have failed to discover the name and history of the individual here used to point a moral by our great poet. Ibnu-Hish\u0101m and Nawaw\u012b do not mention him.\u2014Translator.\nm234:2 Osm\u0101n.\nm235:1 Qur\u2019\u0101n xxxvi. 7.\nm235:2 Qur\u2019\u0101n xxxvi. 8.\nm237:1 Qur\u2019\u0101n xcix. 1.\nm237:2 In allusion to the Brahminical marks used in India.\nm238:1 The heterodox sects of Isl\u0101m are commonly said to be seventy-two.\nm238:2 \"The Veiler,\" i.e., of sin, is one of \"the most comely names\" of God, but is not found in the Qur\u2019\u0101n. \"Y\u00e0 Satt\u0101r!\"\nm239:1 Some of the commentators hold that Qur\u2019\u0101n vii. 174, alludes to the opposition of Balaam to Moses and the Israelites.\nm239:2 See Tale iv. dist. 121; and xi. 112.\nm239:3 See Tale ix. 266.\nm240:1 Qur\u2019\u0101n ii. 96.\nm241:1 See Tale iv. dist. 121.\nm245:1 Qur\u2019\u0101n i. 5.\nm245:2 \u2018Ikrima, son of Ab\u016b-Jahl, embraced Isl\u0101m at sea, as he fled from Mekka at its capture by Muhammed. He returned and was pardoned.\nm245:3 Qur\u2019\u0101n xi. 44, 45.\nm246:1 This is a canon of Islam. If a worshipper has no means of knowing the direction of \"God's House\" at Mekka, he may face in any direction he judges most probable, and so perform his worship.\nm246:2 The Prophet.","title":"The Mesnavi and The Acts of the Adepts: The Book of the M...","type":"page"}