Guest guest Posted May 15, 2008 Report Share Posted May 15, 2008 MASTER SANAI Quick ! Come here ! Master Sanai’s dropped dead! The death of such a great teacher is not a small matter. He wasn’t chaff which blew with the first puff of wind , He wasn’t water which froze in the depths of winter, He wasn’t a cheap comb broken by a hard knot, He wasn’t a seed crushed by too much dry earth. He was a golden treasure , in this slag heap of a world ! He saw the worlds of heaven and earth like a pepper corn, His earthly body he flung down into the ground, His soul and reasoning power he carried up to heaven . His pure elixir mingled with the fermented wine dregs, He rose to the jar’s brim, and the lees were separated, The great soul which the vulgar could not understand, And his beauty which he’d surrendered to his Beloved In this journey my dear pilgrim each one meets together, From Marv and Rai, Christian, Jew, Turk and Kurd, Each soul, sooner or later, awakens on the tree, and comes home. How can an old man be merely the companion of youths ? Keep quiet , like the cardinal points of the compass, Because the King has removed his name from the library of speech . Alan Jacobs Some Versifications From The Mathnawi Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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