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!’