The Dabistán, or School of manners, Volume 3 (of 3): translated from the original Persian, with notes and illustrations
Religion
The Dabistán, or School of manners, Volume 3 (of 3): translated from the original Persian, with notes and illustrations
Iran -- Religion; Religions
[143] Jabrííl then conducted Muhammed to his own usual
residence. There was the heavenly lotus tree (the tree of
knowledge), around which a divine light was diffused, and
legions of angels were ranged. Beneath the roots of the tree
four sources were flowing: the first, _Kawser_, spirituous,
like wine; the second, _Selsebil_, sweet, like clarified
honey; the third, _the source of mildness_, like the purest
milk; and the fourth, _the source of mercy_, like liquid
crystal. Jabrííl offered to the prophet three cups, made of
diamond, saphir, and ruby; the first filled with honey, the
second with milk, the third with wine. The prophet tasted
the first, drank the second, and declined the third, in
which he was approved by the angel.
[144] I followed here the manuscript of Oude, which reads: و
شناسد وحدت او چنانکہ دروی کثرت نکنجد
[145] From the mansion of Jabrííl they proceeded to the
heavenly tabernacle, called _baitúl mâmur_, “the house of
delightful culture,” and formed upon the model of the
ancient Kâba, which, during the deluge, was carried by
angels up to heaven and placed perpendicularly above the
modern sanctuary of Mecca. Seventy thousand angels were
always going out and in to worship. In entering it, Jabrííl
gave the precedence to the prophet; they arrived at a golden
veil, which the angel touched. Here the Angels sang: “There
is no God but God; and from behind the veil the voice of God
answered: “I am God, and no God exists but me.” The Angels
added: “Muhammed is the prophet of God;” and God confirmed
it by the words: “My servants say the truth; I have sent
Muhammed as my apostle.” Now, Muhammed was raised up by
angelic hands; Jabrííl remained behind. The prophet
proceeded through seventy thousand veils of light and
darkness; each veil had the opacity of a thousand years, and
as many years separated the one from the other.
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