| AT Benares lived a venerable Brahmin. |
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| Whose head was deep in the ocean of Being and Not-being. |
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| He had a large knowledge of philosophy |
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| But was well-disposed to the seekers after God. |
| His mind was eager to explore new problems, |
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| His intellect moved on a level with the Pleiades; |
| His nest was as high as that of the Anka;93 |
| Sun and moon were cast, like rue, on the flame of his thought.94 |
| For a long time he laboured and sweated, |
| But philosophy brought no wine to his cup |
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| Although he set many a snare in the gardens of learning, |
| His snares never caught a glimpse of the Ideal bird; |
| And notwithstanding that the nails of his thought were dabbled with blood, |
| The knot of Being and Not-being remained united. |
| The sighs on his lips bore witness to his despair, |
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| His countenance told tales of his distraction. |
| One day he visited an excellent Sheikh, |
| A man who bad in his breast a heart of gold. |
| The Brahmin laid the seal of silence on his lips. |
| And lent his ear to the Sage's discourse. |
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| Then said the Sheikh; "O wanderer in the lofty sky! |
| Pledge thyself to be true, for a little, to the earth; |
| Thou hast lost thy way in wildernesses of speculation, |
| Thy fearless thought hath passed beyond Heaven. |
| Be reconciled with -earth, O sky-traveller! |
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| Do not. wander in quest of the essence of the stars; |
| I do not abandon thine idols. |
| Art thou an unbeliever; Then be worthy of the badge of unbelief !95 |
| O inheritor of ancient culture, |
| Turn not thy back on the path thy fathers trod; |
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| If a people's life is derived from unity, |
| Unbelief too is source of unity. |
| Thou that art not even a perfect infidel, |
| Art unfit to worship at the shrine-of the spirit. |
| We both are far astray from the road of devotion: |
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| Thou art far from Azar, and I from Abraham.96 |
| Our Majnun hath not fallen into melancholy for his Laila's sake; |
| I He hath not become perfect in the madness of love. |
| When the lamp of Self-expires, |
| What is the use of heaven surveying imagination ?" |
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| Once on a time, laying hold of the skirt of the mountain, |
| Ganges said to Himalaya: |
| "O thou mantled in snow since the morn of creation, |
| Thou whose form is girdled with streams, |
| God made thee a partner in the secrets of heaven. |
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| But deprived thy foot of graceful gait. |
| He took away from thee the power to walk: |
| What avails this sublimity and stateliness? |
| Life springs from perpetual movement; |
| Motion constitutes the wave's whole existence," |
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| When the mountain heard this taunt from the river, |
| He puffed angrily like a sea of fire, |
| And answered: "Thy wide waters are my looking-glass; |
| Within my bosom are a hundred rivers like thee. |
| This graceful gait of thine is an instrument', of death: |
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| Whoso goeth from Self is meet to die. |
| Thou hast no knowledge of thine own case, |
| Thou exultest in thy misfortune: thou art a fool! |
| O born of the womb of the revolving sky, |
| A fallen-in bank is better than thou! |
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| Thou hast made thine existence an offering to the ocean, |
| Thou hast thrown the rich purse of thy life to the highway man. |
| Be self-contained like the rose in the garden, |
| Do not 'go to the florist in order to spread thy perfume! |
| To live is to grow in thyself |
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| And gather roses from thine own flower bed. |
| Ages have gone by and my foot is fast on earth, |
| Dost thou fancy that I am far from my goal? |
| My being grew and reached the sky, |
| The Pleiads sank to rest under my skirts; |
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| Thy being vanishes in the ocean, |
| But on my crest the stars bow their heads. |
| Mine eye sees the mysteries of heaven, |
| Mine ear is familiar with angels' wings. |
| Since I glowed with the heat of unceasing toil, |
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| I amassed rubies, diamonds, and other gems. |
| I am stone within, and in the stone is fire: |
| Water cannot pass over my fire I" |
| Art thou a drop, of water? Do not break at. thine own feet, |
| But endeavour to surge and wrestle with the sea. |
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| Desire the water of a jewel, become a jewel! |
| Be an ear-drop, adorn a beauty |
| Oh, expand thyself! Move swiftly! |
| Be a cloud that shoots lightning and sheds a flood of rain! |
| Let the ocean sue for thy storms as a beggar, |
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| Let it complain of the straitness of its skirts |
| Let it deem itself less -than a wave |
| And glide along at thy feet! |
