Spiritual fear robbed them of courage. Lack of courage produced a hundred diseases-- Poverty, pusillanimity, lowmindedness. The wakeful tiger was lulled to slumber by the sheep’s charm: He called his decline Moral Culture. 630 FOOTNOTES: [54] These expressions are borrowed from the Koran. [55] Quoted from the _Masnaví_. VII _To the effect that Plato, whose thought has deeply influenced the mysticism and literature of Islam, followed the sheep’s doctrine, and that we must be on our guard against his theories._[56] Plato, the prime ascetic and sage, Was one of that ancient flock of sheep. His Pegasus went astray in the darkness of philosophy And galloped over the mountains of Being. He was so fascinated by the Ideal 635 That he made head, eye, and ear of no account. “To die,” said he, “is the secret of Life: The candle is glorified by being put out.” He dominates our thinking, His cup sends us to sleep and takes the world away from us. 640 He is a sheep in man’s clothing, The soul of the Súfí bows to his authority. He soared with his intellect to the highest heaven, He called the world of phenomena a myth. ‘Twas his work to dissolve the structure of Life 645 And cut the bough of Life’s fair tree asunder. The thought of Plato regarded loss as profit, His philosophy declared that being is not-being. His nature drowsed and created a dream, His mind’s eye created a mirage. 650 Since he was without any taste for action, His soul was enraptured by the non-existent. He disbelieved in the material universe And became the creator of invisible Ideas. Sweet is the world of phenomena to the living spirit, 655 Dear is the world of Ideas to the dead spirit: Its gazelles have no grace of movement, Its partridges are denied the pleasure of walking daintily. Its dewdrops are unable to quiver, Its birds have no breath in their breasts, 660 Its seed does not desire to grow, Its moths do not know how to flutter. Our philosopher had no remedy but flight: He could not endure the noise of this world. He set his heart on the glow of a quenched flame 665 And depicted a world steeped in opium. He spread his wings towards the sky And never came down to his nest again. His phantasy is sunk in the jar of heaven: I know not whether it is the dregs or the bricks. [57] 670 The peoples were poisoned by his intoxication: He slumbered and took no delight in deeds. FOOTNOTES: