XIV. The Chinese and Roman Artists.
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Jalal al-Din Rumi, Maulana and Redhouse, James W. (James William), Sir
If one, sincere, a Kurdish boor was overnight,
Sincerity an Arab made him by daylight.
Example seekest of science springing in the heart?
This contest heed of Chinaman and Roman’s art.374
The Chinese urged they had the greater painter’s skill.
The Romans pleaded they of art the throne did fill.
The sovereign heard them both; decreed a contest fair;
Results the palm should give the worthiest of the pair.
The parties twain a wordy war waged in debate;
The Romans’ show of science did predominate.45
The Chinamen then asked to have a house assigned
For their especial use; and one for Rome designed,
Th’ allotted houses stood on either side one street;
In one the Chinese, one the Roman, artists meet.
The Chinese asked a hundred paints for their art’s use;
The sovereign his resources would not them refuse.
Each morning from the treasury rich colours’ store
Was served out to the Chinese till they asked no more.
The Romans argued: “Colour or design is vain;
We simply have to banish soil and filth amain.”50
They closed their gate. To burnish then they set themselves;
As heaven’s vault, simplicity filled all their shelves.
Vast difference there is ’twixt colours and not one.
The colours are as clouds; simplicity’s the moon.
Whatever tinge you see embellishing the clouds,
You know comes from the sun, the moon, or stars in crowds.
At length the Chinamen their task had quite fulfilled.
With joy intense their hearts did beat, their bosoms thrilled.
The sovereign came, inspected all their rich designs,
And lost his heart with wonder at their talents’ signs.55
He then passed to the Romans, that his eyes might see.
The curtains were withdrawn, to show whate’er might be.
The Chinese paintings all, their whole designs in full,
Reflected truly were on that high-burnished wall.
Whatever was depicted by the Chinese art
Was reproduced by mirrors, perfect every part.
Those Romans are our mystics;—know, my worthy friend;
No art, no learning; study, none;—but gain their end.
They polish well their bosoms, burnish bright their hearts,
Remove all stain of lust, of self, pride, hate’s deep smarts.60