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Project Gutenberg EPUB edition Iqbal, Muhammad, Sir and Nicholson, Reynold Alleyne
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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]
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Plato, the prime ascetic and sage,
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Was one of that ancient flock of sheep.
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His Pegasus went astray in the darkness of philosophy
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And galloped over the mountains of Being.
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He was so fascinated by the Ideal 635
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That he made head, eye, and ear of no account.
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“To die,” said he, “is the secret of Life:
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The candle is glorified by being put out.”
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He dominates our thinking,
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His cup sends us to sleep and takes the world away from us. 640
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He is a sheep in man’s clothing,
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The soul of the Súfí bows to his authority.
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He soared with his intellect to the highest heaven,
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He called the world of phenomena a myth.
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‘Twas his work to dissolve the structure of Life 645
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And cut the bough of Life’s fair tree asunder.
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The thought of Plato regarded loss as profit,
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His philosophy declared that being is not-being.
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His nature drowsed and created a dream,
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His mind’s eye created a mirage. 650
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Since he was without any taste for action,
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His soul was enraptured by the non-existent.
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He disbelieved in the material universe
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And became the creator of invisible Ideas.
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Sweet is the world of phenomena to the living spirit, 655
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Dear is the world of Ideas to the dead spirit:
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Its gazelles have no grace of movement,
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Its partridges are denied the pleasure of walking daintily.
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Its dewdrops are unable to quiver,
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Its birds have no breath in their breasts, 660
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Its seed does not desire to grow,
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Its moths do not know how to flutter.
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Our philosopher had no remedy but flight:
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He could not endure the noise of this world.
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He set his heart on the glow of a quenched flame 665
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And depicted a world steeped in opium.
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He spread his wings towards the sky
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And never came down to his nest again.
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His phantasy is sunk in the jar of heaven:

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The Secrets of the Self (Asrar-i Khudi) — A Philosophical Poem, Project Gutenberg eBook #57317

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