Love, like gnosis, is in its essence a divine gift, not anything that
can be acquired. “If the whole world wished to attract love, they could
not; and if they made the utmost efforts to repel it, they could not.”
Those who love God are those whom God loves. “I fancied that I loved
Him,” said Bāyazīd, “but on consideration I saw that His love preceded
mine.” Junayd defined love as the substitution of the qualities of the
Beloved for the qualities of the lover. In other words, love signifies
the passing-away of the individual self; it is an uncontrollable
rapture, a God-sent grace which must be sought by ardent prayer and
aspiration.
“O Thou in whose bat well-curved my heart like a ball is laid,
Nor ever a hairbreadth swerved from Thy bidding nor disobeyed,
I have washed mine outward clean, the water I drew and poured;
Mine inward is Thy demesne--do Thou keep it stainless, Lord!”
Jalāluddīn teaches that man’s love is really the effect of God’s love
by means of an apologue. One night a certain devotee was praying aloud,
when Satan appeared to him and said:
“How long wilt thou cry, ‘O Allah’? Be quiet, for thou wilt get
no answer.” The devotee hung his head in silence. After a little
while he had a vision of the prophet Khadir, who said to him, “Ah,
why hast thou ceased to call on God?” “Because the answer ‘Here am
I’ came not,” he replied. Khadir said, “God hath ordered me to go
to thee and say this:
“‘Was it not I that summoned thee to service?
Did not I make thee busy with My name?
Thy calling “Allah!” _was_ My “Here am I,”
Thy yearning pain My messenger to thee.
Of all those tears and cries and supplications
I was the magnet, and I gave them wings.’”
Divine love is beyond description, yet its signs are manifest. Sarī
al-Saqatī questioned Junayd concerning the nature of love.
“Some say,” he answered, “that it is a state of concord, and
some say that it is altruism, and some say that it is so-and-so.”
Sarī took hold of the skin on his forearm and pulled it, but it
would not stretch; then he said, “I swear by the glory of God, were
I to say that this skin hath shrivelled on this bone for love of
Him, I should be telling the truth.” Thereupon he fainted away, and
his face became like a shining moon.
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