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Jalal al-Din Rumi, Maulana and Redhouse, James W. (James William), Sir
A friend was seated by Jelāl’s pillow, and Jelāl leaned on that friend’s bosom. Suddenly a most handsome youth appeared at the door of the room, to the utmost astonishment of the friend.
Jelāl arose and advanced to receive the stranger. But the friend was quicker, and quietly asked his business. The stranger answered: “I am ‘Azrā’īl, the angel of departure and separation. I am come, by the divine command, to inquire what commission the Master may have to intrust to me.”
Blessed are the eyes that can perceive such sights!
The friend was near fainting at this answer. But he heard Jelāl call out: “Come in, come in, thou messenger of my King. Do that which thou art bidden; and, God willing, thou shalt find me one of the patient.”
He now told his attendants to bring a vessel of water, placed his two feet therein, and occasionally sprinkled a little on his breast and forehead, saying: “My beloved (God) has proffered me a cup of poison (bitterness). From his hand I drink that poison with delight.”
The singers and musicians now came in, and executed a hymn, while the whole company of friends wept, and sobbed loudly.
Jelāl observed: “It is as my friends say. But, were they even to pull down the house, what use? See my panting heart; look at my delight. The sun sheds a grateful light on the moth. My friends invite me one way; my teacher Shemsu-’d-Dīn beckons me the other way. Comply ye with the summoner of the Lord, and have faith in Him. Departure is inevitable. All being came out of nothing, and again it will be shut up in the prison of nullity. Such is God’s decree from all eternity; and, to decree belongeth unto God, the Most High, the All-Great!”
His son Sultan Veled had been unremitting in his attentions. He wept and sobbed. He was reduced to a shadow. Jelāl therefore said to him: “Bahā’u-’d-Dīn, my son, I am better. Go and lie down a little. Rest thyself, and sleep awhile!”
When he was gone, Jelāl indited his last ode; thus:—
“Go! head on pillow lay; alone, in peace, me leave,
Loved tyrant, plague by night, while all around thee grieve.
That peerless beauty (God) has no need kind care to show;
But, sallow lovers, ye must patient faith still know.
Perplexity is ours to bear; ’tis his to own hard heart;
Shed he our blood; what sin? He’ll not pay murder’s smart.
To die’s hard, after all; but remedy there’s none;
How, then, to crave a remedy? The evil’s done.
Last night, in dream, a warder, from my love’s abode,
Made sign to me, and said: ‘This way! Hold thou my lode.’”
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