I. The Prince and the Handmaid.

Project Gutenberg EPUB edition Jalal al-Din Rumi, Maulana and Redhouse, James W. (James William), Sir
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He cries: “O succour me; I faint, I pant;
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And quickly; lest delay the dagger plant!”
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The Mystic64 true relieves each moment’s need;
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“To-morrow” ’s not a point in his pure creed.
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Art not persuaded so? The proverb scan:
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“Delay’s the thief of time;” say: “bane of man.”
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Love’s sweetest favours are conferred by stealth;
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Its darksome hints are treasured mines of wealth.
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The tale’s most pleasant to a lover’s ears,
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That tells of joys he’s tasted, ills he fears.105
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Speak, meddler, then, in plain, unvarnished guise;
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No subterfuge employ; deal not in lies.
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The veil tear off, dissimulation lost:
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“When unadorned, beauty’s adorned the most.”
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Should my sweet love unveil’d her charms display,
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Thy smirks and smiles would all be borne away.
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Thy suit prefer; use moderation still:
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A blade of grass ne’er overturns a hill.
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The sun that lights and warms this nether world,
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If brought too near, had all to ruin hurled.110
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Seek not to sow dissension in the earth;
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Vaunt not the Sun of Tebrīz’65 holy birth.
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Contention’s never-ending. Better far,
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Commit to memory this wordy war.
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The guest, convinced that love had caused her ill,
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Proceeded next the prince’s mind to still.
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“These chambers clear of every mortal soul;
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Leave me alone the patient to control.
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No prying ear may linger in the hall;
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I’ve things to ask may not be heard by all.”115
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The place was cleared; no soul remained within,
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Save leech and patient; other, none was seen.
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In gentlest tones he asked: “Where was thy home?
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For each town’s folk a different cure must come.
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What friends, what family hast left behind,—
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Companions, playmates, who to thee were kind?”
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On pulse his finger. He then, one by one,
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Inquired anew each point, omitting none.
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So he whose foot is wounded with a thorn,
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Upon his knee doth take the limb that’s torn.120

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The Mesnevi, Project Gutenberg eBook #61724

Proem. The Reed-Flute. II. The Oilman and the Parrot.