XII. Joseph and the Mirror.

Project Gutenberg EPUB edition Jalal al-Din Rumi, Maulana and Redhouse, James W. (James William), Sir
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Defect is thus the mirror whence perfection’s seen;
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And vileness is the foil to show off grandeur’s sheen.
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By contrast does each opposite its fellow show,
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Sweet honey by sharp vinegar we best can know.
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The man who sees and feels his imperfections sore,
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Exerts himself to cure them quickly all the more.
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And he’ll ne’er take his flight towards heaven’s eternal King,
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Who holds at heart the thought that he’s a perfect thing.
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No worse disease exists, to taint the human mind,
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Than self-conceit, that paints its owner gold refined.65
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How many bitter tears has not the vain to shed,
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Ere arrogance can be expelled, and pride be dead!
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The malady of Satan,—self-conceit:—“I’m best,”350
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Exists in germ in every panting human breast.
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These fancy they have mortified themselves throughout.
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Take them to be pure streams; their filth seek in the grout.
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Just stir them up a little, for a trial’s sake;
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Thou’lt see their mud discolour all the water’s lake.
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There’s ooze at bottom of the pond,—be sure of that,—
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However clear the surface of the dull dead flat.70
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Our greatest teacher is endowed with fair device.
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He digs a conduit in the very soil of vice.
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How can he make the water of that conduit pure?
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All human wisdom’s but one spark from God’s vast store.
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Does sword inflict a wound in its own handle,—blade?
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Find me a surgeon who shall cure a gash so made.
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Where wound exists, the flies will ever flock amain,
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To hide its hideousness from sight, and lull the pain,
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Those flies the symbols are of man’s vain, baseless thoughts;
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The wound they cover over’s ignorance high-wrought.75
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’Tis only when the teacher salve applies with skill,
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The throes are quieted that shoot across man’s will.
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He then imagines that his wound is healing fast.
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Effect this is of cunning used, that salve to cast.
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O man, whose back is galled, accept his salve with thanks.
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Thy solace thence arises; not from thy own pranks.78

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The Mesnevi, Project Gutenberg eBook #61724

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