VII. The Merchant and the Parrot.

Project Gutenberg EPUB edition Jalal al-Din Rumi, Maulana and Redhouse, James W. (James William), Sir
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He’s soul. The two worlds His august body form.228
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The body, through soul must receive good or harm.
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Whoso in his worship turns truly to God,
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Foul shame ’twould be for him to bow to faith’s rod.
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Whoever’s a keeper of wardrobe to king,
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Brings loss to his sovereign by petty trading.
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With potentate, whoso, by grade, council holds,
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If placed as a guard at a gate, roundly scolds.
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Admitted to honour by kissing of hands,
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To stoop, kiss the foot, degradation now stands.225
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To kiss foot of sovereign’s a great honour, sure.
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Compared with hands-kissing, ignominy pure.
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A king would be jealous of servant so base
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His foot who should kiss, when his hand was the place.
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God’s jealousy wheat is on full threshing-floor;
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Man’s jealousy, chaff blown away out of door.
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Know: Jealousy rise doth take, still, in our God;
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Man’s jealousy budded from that noble rod.
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Let’s quit that deep subject; take up plaint and wail,
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Against the great hardship of love’s chastening flail.229230
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I cry, for that He loves to hear all my cries.
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My moans, lamentations, are what He enjoys.
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How should I cease wailing at His fell caprice?
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I’m not of His darlings, nor in His service.
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How should I not be, in my soul, black as night?
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Deprived of His look, sweetness, warmth, and mild light.
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All his disagreements are pleasant to me.
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My life I’d give up, sacrifice I would be.
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I love all my anguish; I dote on my pain,
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So long as it pleases my heart’s treasured swain.235
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My sorrow’s my eyes’ choicest collyrium;
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My tears are as pearls from deep-sea tedium.
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Tears poured forth by lovers at His adored feet,
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Are pearls; though we’re used them as tears to misgreet.
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My soul’s Soul’s the tyrant of whom I complain.
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Complaint I make not. I describe but my pain.
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My heart but pretends it has been too much hurt;
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Excuse is this merely. I smile at such blurt.
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Do justice now, God, of all justice the fount!
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Thou sittest in justice’ seat; threshold I count.240

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VI. The Greater (Spiritual) Warfare. VIII. The Harper.