Jami, 1414-1492; Persian literature -- History and criticism; Persian literature -- Translations into English
Yesterday this universe neither existed nor appeared
to exist, while to-day it appears to exist but has no
real existence: it is a mere semblance, and to-morrow
nothing thereof will be seen. What does it profit
thee to allow thyself to be guided by vain passions
and desires? Why dost thou place reliance on these
transitory objects that glitter with false lustre?
Turn thy heart away from all of them, and firmly
attach it to God. Break loose from all these, and
cleave closely to Him. It is only He who always has
been and always will continue to be. The countenance
of His eternity is never scarred by the thorn of
contingency.
FINITE AND INFINITE BEAUTY
The Loved One's rose-parterre I went to see,
That beauty's Torch espied me, and, quoth He,
"I am the tree; these flowers My offshoots are.
Let not these offshoots hide from thee the tree."
What profit rosy cheeks, forms full of grace,
And ringlets clustering round a lovely face?
When Beauty Absolute beams all around,
Why linger finite beauties to embrace?
HOW TO OBTAIN UNION WITH THE DIVINE
In like manner, as it behoves thee to maintain
the said relation continuously, so it is of the
first importance to develop one quality thereof by
detaching thyself from mundane relations and by
emancipating thyself from attention to contingent
forms; and this is possible only through hard
striving and earnest endeavour to expel vain thoughts
and imaginations from thy mind. The more these
thoughts are cast out and these suggestions checked,
the stronger and closer this relation becomes. It
is, then, necessary to use every endeavour to force
these thoughts to encamp outside the enclosure of
thy breast, and that the "Truth" most glorious may
cast His beams into thy heart, and deliver thee
from thyself, and save thee from the trouble of
entertaining His rivals in thy heart. Then there
will abide with-thee neither consciousness of
thyself, nor even consciousness of such absence of
consciousness--nay, there will abide nothing save the
One God alone.
TRUTH
In the fair idols, goal of ardent youth,
And in all cynosures lies hid the "Truth";
What, seen as relative, appears the world,
Viewed in its essence is the very "Truth."
When in His partial modes Truth shone out plain,
Straightway appeared this world of loss and gain;
Were it and all who dwell there gathered back
Into the Whole, the "Truth" would still remain.
"THE GLORIOUS GOD"
The glorious God, whose bounty, mercy, grace,
And loving-kindness all the world embrace,
At every moment brings a world to naught,
And fashions such another in its place.
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