The Dabistán, or School of manners, Volume 1 (of 3): translated from the original Persian, with notes and illustrations
Religion
The Dabistán, or School of manners, Volume 1 (of 3): translated from the original Persian, with notes and illustrations
Iran -- Religion; Religions
“When I passed in rapid flight from material bodies,
I drew near a pure and happy spirit;
With the eye of spirit I beheld spirits:
My spirit was moving amidst kindred spirits:
In every sphere and star I beheld a spirit;
Each sphere and star possessed its peculiar spirit;
Thus in the three kingdoms of nature I beheld a common spirit,
As their spirit was mutually communicated to each other.
I attained the knowledge of all existences.
And was associated with the great Serósh Ramah.
[316]But when I reached a great elevation,
Splendor from the Almighty gave me light;
As the radiance increased this individuality departed;
[317]Even the angelic nature and the principle of evil disappeared:
God only existed, there was no sign of me
(or of my individual existence):
[318]I no longer retained intellect or recollection of spirit:
[319]I discovered all my secrets to be but shadows;
I then returned to the angelic intelligences,
And from these intelligences I came back to the spirit;
And thus at last to bodies also summoning me.
In this manner I became powerful, wise, and sublime,
Until I descended from that high degree――
Upon the road by which I had gone up, I returned to my body
With a hundred divine favours[320] deriving splendor from that
assemblage;
The dignity of the Supreme Lord is too exalted
For intercourse with his servants to be worthy of him.
By his effulgence intellect becomes (illumined) like the earth or sun;
He is elevated too high for his servants to hold intercourse with him:
If the spirit receives illumination from him,
It becomes beside itself, and its speech is ‘I am without intellect’――
The world is a drop which proceeds from the ocean of his existence;[321]
What is the dropping dew? it is Himself (God);
Thou art not the dropping dew, but only a drop among the drops of it.
I know not what to say, as the result of all is deficiency:
Through love he confers bounties on his servants;
As it is proper to raise up the down-fallen
His love renders the mendicant a man of power.
The world is but a ray emanating from the sun of his face:
The just Creator addressed me in kind words,
And conferred on me the splendor of an Ized;
None but He can duly praise Himself,
As He cannot become the object of speech or hearing.”
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