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It was wholly self-evident to them that a better body carried a purer spirit. This tacit assumption was abetted by the medical model - a view of life which presuppose a mystical correspondence between brain cells and particular thoughts. Once this judicious pruning was done, he would cull the next lowest decile. It was not clear where this progressive decimation was supposed to stop.

Degeneration and its Discontents Although geneticists began to appreciate the full complexities of heredity by the s, most biologists and geneticists still favored eugenical ideas. Charles Davenport of the Cold Spring Harbor eugenics research center invoked Mendelian genetics to claim that a single bad gene - because it would not blend - would ruin an entire stock. Until the Second World War many biologists "agreed with, or at least did not publicly oppose eugenicist formulations] and this attitude was shared by many prominent American psychologists and sociologists. Wilhelm Johennsen, a Danish geneticist, observed that "the complexity of society made it impossible that one single human type should be the best.

We need all different types of humanity. In a British study demonstrated that mental defects occurred proportionately across social classes, not mostly among the poor. In the British Medical Association rejected the notion of the inheritance of feeble-mindedness. In the American Neurological Association rejected eugenics as scientifically untenable. None of these professional repudiations made the slightest dent in already formed public attitudes. That same year British eugenicist R.

Catell mournfully reiterated Galton's prophecy that " years from now half the population will be mentally defective. Indiana legalized it in and in another decade fifteen states joined the mission to preserve "home europaeus. In the US Supreme Court approved sterilization for institutionalized inmates. As in the notorious Buck vs. Bell decision, eugenics regained momentum on the pretext of preventing an outbreak of feeble-mindedness. In this sense it was indeed the disease for which it purported to be the cure.

In Connecticut in a pauper - by definition, congenitally feeble-minded - having sex with a woman under age 45 was liable to a three years prison term. Sterilizers liked to report that, after such prudent snippings, their patients were happier, healthier and grateful. California by sterilized 5, patients a year.

Harry Laughlin played a major role in lobbying for the restrictive Immigration law by testifying that foreign-born and poor people disproportionately occupied prisons - despite a Midwestern senator pointing out to his miffed Southern colleagues that Danes, Norwegians, Dutch, Germans were more literate then the average southerner. Two dozen states approved involuntary sterilization of criminals, epileptics, and those deemed promiscuous.

Involuntary sterilizations occurred at much the same rate in states with no legislation too. Yet retarded children have mostly normal parents and mentally retarded parents have normal children. The incidence of mental retardation had not grown over time. The American Neurological Association noted in that these people lived shorter lives with low marriage and fertility rates. The panic was a thoroughly manufactured myth.

The Eugenics Society openly applauded innovative Nazi programs. The Nazi law on Preventing Hereditarily Ill Progeny was heavily influenced by American models, which grateful Hitlerites acknowledged, awarding a gold medal in to an prominent American eugenicist.. The law mandated sterilization for the retarded, schizophrenics, manic-depressives, epileptics, the deaf, alcoholics and other unwanted afflictions. In Germany from to three and half million sterilizations occurred. The Third Reich launched its campaign to purify the earth by murdering 75, patients of inferior stock.

Though church-led protests in August brought the practice temporarily to a halt, it soon resumed secretly. Seventy to one hundred thousand people were thus killed in Germany - and a quarter of a million victims throughout Europe. Racism, it must be understood, was promulgated by fully credentialed professionals in white lab coats who by their own self-understanding conducted impeccably dispassionate scientific research.

The German Medical Association informed Nazi leaders that they certainly would soon devise a foolproof way to detect Jews, Gypsies and homosexuals through blood tests. Few professional groups were more supportive of the Nazi blueprint than physicians. Physicians on trial at Nuremberg for camp experiments were quick to cite American examples to show that the task of eliminating "inferior elements" was not a mission unique to Germany.

Reilly points out that it was less revulsion at Nazi racial crimes than the sheer wartime shortage of physicians which curbed American sterilizations. Totalitarianism, not repulsive eugenics practices in themselves, put eugenics into disrepute. Research soon demonstrated that many mental disorders stemmed as much or more from traumatic experience or deprivation as from inherited characteristics. Scientists became more aware of race as a constructed category - though not so much as to prevent abuses such as the Tuskegee experiments.

This is the history that genetic engineering enthusiasts dismiss, ignore or deny is relevant to an understanding of what they are up to today. What New World? The "new" genetic determinism is accompanied in the press by precious little skepticism. Once again the mass media revels in reporting that "research has tipped the scale overwhelmingly toward nature," even though further examination always discloses back-pedaling as to what is thought, let alone proven, to be heritable.

In The Clone Age Lori Andrews recounts her dismaying experiences in the project's Committee on Ethical, Legal and Social Implications, which was hamstrung and ignored - operating as an in-house device to deflect outside criticism and thereby enable scientists inside to do as they pleased. Genome project proponents primly oppose all government "interference," preferring to place research in both scientific and in corporate control, such as these categories are distinguishable anymore.

This is hardly reassuring and only testifies to the profound naivete - or disingenuousness - of those eager proponents. If corporations fail to choreograph the human gene pool it will not be for want of trying. Control of the fragments will block any use of the full gene, even if the identity of the genes was unknown. The strategic use of patents raises the prospect of corporations owning our genetic material — an obscene prospect that is only lately coming to light.

Have you not imported this or the spirit of it in some Is it not a mere tale? Has it not dangled long at the heels of the poets,. Does it not assume that what is notoriously gone is. Does it answer universal needs? Does it sound with trumpet-voice the proud victory of. Can your performance face the open fields and the.

Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air, to appear. Have real employments contributed to it? What does it mean to American persons, progresses,. Chicago, Kanada, Arkansas? Does it see behind the apparent custodians the real. Does it see what finally befalls, and has always finally. What mocking and scornful negligence? The track strew'd with the dust of skeletons, By the roadside others disdainfully toss'd. Have I not through life kept you and yours before me?

These States, what are they except myself? I launch'd you forth, Not to call even those lofty bards here by Ontario's. Yet bards of latent armies, a million soldiers waiting. Ample Ohio's, Kanada's bards—bards of California! You by my charm I invoke. Ottawa, Some to Atlantica's bays, and so to the great salt brine. Out of the depths the storm's abysmic waves, who knows Raging over the vast, with many a broken spar and.

Thou, bathed, choked, swimming in plenty, Thou lucky Mistress of the tranquil barns, Thou Prairie Dame that sittest in the middle and lookest. West, Dispensatress, that by a word givest a thousand miles,. Ask room alas the ghastly ranks, the armies dread that. Men and women crowding fast in the streets, if they are. That immortal house more than all the rows of dwellings. Or white-domed capitol with majestic figure surmounted,. Fair, fearful wreck—tenement of a soul—itself a soul, Unclaim'd, avoided house—take one breath from my. Is not every continent work'd over and over with.


The grass of spring covers the prairies, The bean bursts noiselessly through the mould in the. I suspect I shall there find each old particular of those. O if one could but fly like a bird! O to escape, to sail forth as in a ship! Do you move in these broad lands as broad as they? Come duly to the divine power to speak words! I see brains and lips closed, tympans and temples. Do you not see how it would serve to have such a body.

The towering feminine of thee? The mothers fit for thee? Yearning for thee harmonious Union! From these your future song may rise with joyous trills, Destin'd to fill the world. Orient, You undertone of rivers, roar of pouring cataracts, You sounds from distant guns with galloping cavalry, Echoes of camps with all the different bugle-calls, Trooping tumultuous, filling the midnight late, bending.

Hearest those shouts of a conquering army? The lowing cattle, bleating. Arabs, Again, at Eleusis, home of Ceres, I see the modern. To you a new bard caroling in the West, Obeisant sends his love. Cathedral, Or, under the high roof of some colossal hall, the. Haydn, The Creation in billows of godhood laves me. Thee, Report myself once more to Thee. Thee, Light rare untellable, lighting the very light, Beyond all signs, descriptions, languages; For that O God, be it my latest word, here on my.

Or with your mother and sisters? These also flow onward to others, you and I flow onward, But in due time you and I shall take less interest in. To think there will still be farms, profits, crops, yet for. The trees have, rooted in the ground! And all preparation is for it—and identity is for it—. And those appear that are hateful to me and mock me. I do not doubt that wrecks at sea, no matter what the. Space, but I believe Heavenly Death provides for.

When shows break up what but One's-Self is sure? A huge sob—a few bubbles—the white foam squirting. Are souls drown'd and destroy'd so? Is only matter triumphant? By thee fact to be justified, blended with thought, Thought of man justified, blended with God, Through thy idea, lo, the immortal reality! Through thy reality, lo, the immortal idea! By vision, hand, conception, on the background of the. I define thee, How can I pierce the impenetrable blank of the future? I feel thy ominous greatness evil as well as good, I watch thee advancing, absorbing the present, tran-.

East, To thy immortal breasts, Mother of All, thy every. Freedom, Set in the sky of Law. Spiritual World! The Present holds thee not— for such vast growth as. South, O'er Mississippi's endless course, o'er Texas' grassy. O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! O all dear to me! O dear to me my birth-things—all moving things and. I coast up the Carolinas, I see where the live-oak is growing, I see where the. O longings irrepressible! O I will go back to old. City of hurried and sparkling waters! How much of genius boldly staked and lost for it! What countless stores of beauty, love, ventur'd for it!

How all superbest deeds since Time began are traceable. How all heroic martyrdoms to it! How, justified by it, the horrors, evils, battles of the. How the bright fascinating lambent flames of it, in every. O I think it is I—I think. I know what it is to receive the passionate love of. I do not believe any one possesses a more perfect or. Illinois, Ohio's, Indiana's millions, comrades, farmers, soldiers, all. O hasten flag of man—O with sure and steady step,. I see Freedom, completely arm'd and victorious and very. I see men marching and countermarching by swift.

His daring foot is on land and sea everywhere, he. Are all nations communing? Is humanity forming en-masse? This incredible rush and heat, this strange ecstatic fever Your dreams O years, how they penetrate through me! I know not whether I sleep or wake; The perform'd America and Europe grow dim, retiring.

My handsome tan-faced horsemen! Western States, or see freedom or spirituality, or. Aliaska, Of what the feuillage of America is the preparation for—. To be conscious of my body, so satisfied, so large! To be this incredible God I am! To have gone forth among other Gods, these men and. How the water sports and sings! Surely there is something more in each of the trees,. I take your strong chords, intersperse them, and cheer-.

And little souvenirs of camps and soldiers, with my love, I bind together and bequeath in this bundle of songs. O air and soil! O my dead, an. I sung, and the songs of life and death, And the songs of birth, and shown that there are many. I announce the great individual, fluid as Nature, chaste,.

Is there a single final farewell? To Foreign Lands. To Thee Old Cause. One's-self I Sing. In Paths Untrodden. As I Ponder'd in Silence. For You O Democracy. In Cabin'd Ships at Sea. These I Singing in Spring. To a Historian. Of the Terrible Doubt of. When I Read the Book. Beginning my Studies. The Base of all Meta-. Me Imperturbe. Recorders Ages Hence. The Ship Starting. When I heard at the close.

I Hear America Singing. What Place is Besieged? Are You the new Person. Still Though the One I. Roots and Leaves them-. Shut not Your Doors. Poets to Come. I Saw in Louisiana a live-. To You. Thou Reader. To A Stranger. This moment yearning. Youth, Day, Old Age and. I hear it was charged. The Prairie-grass divid-. Song of the Universal. When I peruse the Con-. No Labour-saving Ma-.

Myself and Mine. A Glimpse. With Antecedents. What think you I take. A Leaf for Hand in Hand.

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I Dream'd in a Dream. Out of the Cradle End-. Sometimes with one I. As I Ebb'd With the. To the East and to the. Ocean of Life. To the Man-of-War-Bird. Fast anchor'd eternal O. Aboard at a Ship's Helm. On the Beach at Night. Among the Multitude. The World Below the. O You whom I often and. Silently Come. Full of Life Now. That Shadow my Like-. Song for all Seas, all. Patrolling Barnegat. After the Sea-Ship. Crossing Brooklyn Ferry. Song of the Answerer. A Song of Joys. A Boston Ballad. Song of the Broad-Axe.

Song of the Redwood-. When I heard the Learn'd. O Life! An Army Corps on the. I Sit and Look Out. To Rich Givers. By the Bivouac's Fitful. The Dalliance of the. Come Up From the Fields. Roaming in Thought. A Farm Picture. Vigil Strange I Kept on. A Child's Amaze. The Runner. A March in the Ranks. Hard-Prest, and the. Road Unknown. Gliding O'er All. A Sight in Camp in the. Has Never Come to Thee. Daybreak grey and dim. As Toilsome I Wander'd. Beautiful Women. Virginia's Woods. Mother and Babe. Not the Pilot.

Year that Trembled and. To Old Age. Reel'd Beneath Me. The Wound-Dresser. Long, too Long America. Give Me the Splendid. First O Songs for a. Silent Sun. Dirge For Two Veterans. Eighteen Sixty-one. Over the Carnage rose. Prophetic a Voice. From Paumanok Starting. I Saw Old General at. I Fly like a Bird. Song of the Banner at. The Artilleryman's Vision.

Ethiopia Saluting the. Rise O Days from your. Fathomless Deeps. Not Youth Pertains to. Virginia—the West. City of Ships. Race of Veterans. Cavalry Crossing a Ford. O Tan-faced Prairie-Boy. Bivouac on a Mountain. Look Down Fair Moon. How Solemn as One by. The City Dead-House. This Compost. As I Lay with My Head. To a Foil'd European.

Delicate Cluster. Unnamed Lands. To a Certain Civilian. Song of Prudence. Lo, Victress on the Peaks. Warble for Lilac-Time. Spirit whose Work is. Adieu to a Soldier. Sparkles from the Wheel. Turn O Libertad. To A Pupil. To the Leaven'd Soul. The peris smite you if you are unmannerly, for this kind of famous peri is impetuous and shows no favour. Behold the birds in the cage, behold the fishes in the net, behold the hearts lamenting on account of that knowing trickster. Sun, moon and stars dancing around the circle, we dancing in the midst — set that midst a-dancing. Your grace minstrelwise with the smallest melody brings into the wheel the Sufi of heaven.

The breeze of spring comes hurrying, uttering a melody; it sets the world a-laughing, raises autumn from the dead. Many a snake becomes a friend, rose partners thorn; the season of scattering largesse is come to the king of the or- chard. The songbirds and nightingales are seated in the branches, like the guardian enjoying his stipend from the treasury; These leaves are like tongues, these fruits like hearts — when the hearts show their feces, they give worth to the tongue.

Through your grace I gaze boldly upon eternal life; O king, how should a perishing empire beguile me? When unbelievers sin, you are all compassion and interces- sion; to me you are the chief and leader of the stonyhearted. Before this, twenty thousand desires were mine; in my pas- sion for him, not one single aspiration has remained to me. Through the succour of his grace, I have become secure from the Monarch of the Unseen saying to me, Thou shalt not see me.

Union with him transported my spirit; my body paid not attention, though disengaged from the body he became visible to me. The standard-bearing cypress went off and consumed au- tumn with rage, and from the mountaintop the sweet-featured anemone showed its face. Sour-faced winter has departed, that joy-slayer has been slain; swift-footed jasmine, long may you live! Know that reputation is a great barrier in the path; what I say is disinterested — accept it with a tranquil mind. Why did that madman work a thousand kinds of madness, that chosen wild one invent a thousand wiles?

Now he rent his robe, now he ran over the mountains, now he quaffed poison, now he elected annihilation; 5 Since the spider seized such huge prey, consider what prey the snare of My Lord the Most High will take! Have you not seen the Divans of Visa and Ramin? You gather up your garment lest the water should wet it; you must dive a thousand times into the sea. Come, say, what loss did earth suffer from this bond? What kindnesses has not reason done to the members? My son, it behoves not to beat the drum under a blanket; plant your flag like a brave warrior in the midst of the plain.

How all the world trembles, on high and below, because of Love, which transcends all below and on high! When the sun has arisen, where then remains night? When the army of grace has come, where then remains affliction? I fell silent; Soul of the soul, do you speak, for every atom has grown articulate out of love for your face. Declare what is in your heart, and what your purpose is. Prince, what cauldron did you cook for me last night? God knows what melancholy madness there is in Love! Since the ears of heaven and earth and the stars are all in your hand, whither are they going?

Shall not children rise up white of hair at the resurrection? Since you bring the dead to life and make the old men young, I have fallen silent, and occupy myself with prayer. Just as the water relates about the stars and the moon, even so the physical forms relate about intellect and spirit. Amongst a hundred persons, the lover stands out as plain as the shining moon in heaven amid the stars. The man who has a heart like Khidar, who has quaffed the water of life of Love — to such a one the most limpid fountains are nothing worth.

Toil not in the garden; behold within the soul of the lover Damascus and Ghuta, rosebowers and all Nairab. What is Damascus? For that is a paradise full of angels and houris; minds are amazed at those cheeks and rounded chins. Its delectable wine does not produce vomiting and crop- sickness, the sweetness of its halva does not give rise to boils and fevers. What pride does Love take in its purchasers? What sort of a prop are foxes to the lion? Upon the datepalm of the world I do not discover one ripe date, for all my teeth have been blunted by unripe dates.

Fly on the wings of Love in the air and to the skies, be ex- empt like the sun from the need of all riding-beasts. What a world! What rare arrangement and ordering, that casts a thousand confusions into well-ordered things! Beggar of Love, for all the joys that the world contains, reckon that Love is the gold-mine, and those things but gilded.

I desire to mention you, Love, with gratitude; but I am dis- traught with you, and my thought and reason are confused. World upon world took shape and form; which of these shapes is ours? When you see on the road a severed head which goes rolling towards our arena, Ask of it, ask of it our secrets, for from it you will hear our hidden mystery. How would it be, if but one ear showed itself, familiar with the tongues of our birds? What am I to say, what suppose? For this tale transcends our bounds and possibilities.

Yet how shall I keep silence? For every moment this distrac- tion of ours becomes yet more distraught. What partridges and falcons are flying with wings outspread amidst the air of our mountainland, Amidst the air, which is the seventh atmosphere, on the sum- mit whereof is our portico! Why do you keep fire and cotton wool together? These two are opposites, and the opposite never survived. For us, death is gladness and encounter; if for you it is an occasion of mourning, depart hence!

Inasmuch as this present world is our prison, the ruining of prisons is surely a cause for joy. Fie whose prison was so delightful — how shall be the court of Him who adorned the world? Look not for constancy in this prison, for herein constancy itself never kept faith. Open the door; to bar the door is not the sign of good pleasure.

In the heart of every atom is a courtyard for You; until You unbar it, it will remain in concealment. My form is not your form, but I am all you, my form is as a veil. My amber draws the mountain; did I not bring forth Mount Hira out of nonexistence? I move my shadow, otherwise how is it that my shadow is apart from me? Go to the saki and hear the rest of it, that he may tell you it with the tongue of immortality.

My soul, circumambulate around such a Kaaba; beggar, cir- cle about such a table. Travel like a ball around in His polo-field, inasmuch as you have become happy and helpless. Your knight and rook are circumambulating about the king, even though you move from place to place on this chessboard. The heart-forlorn becomes companion to the moth, he cir- cles about the tip of the candle, Because his body is earthy and his heart of fire — congener has an inclination towards congener.

Every star circles about the sky, because purity is the con- gener of purity. For prayer is a key; and when the key is crooked, you will not attain the favour of opening the lock. The cypress-like stature of my idol cries come! Glorious fountain, through the splendour of whose gushing every moment water bubbles up from the well of the soul. When waters exist, loaves grow; but never, my soul, did wa- ter grow from loaf.

Earth and heaven are bucket and pitcher; water is outside earth and heaven. Do you also speed forth from heaven and earth, that you may behold water flowing from placelessness, That the fish of your soul may escape from this pool, and sip water from the boundless sea. From that vision came the light of the eye, from that roof is the water in the spout; From that garden are these roses of the cheeks, from that waterwheel the rosebower obtains water; From that date-tree are the dates of Mary. That water derives not from secondary causes and suchlike things.

Your soul and spirit will then become truly happy, when the water comes flowing towards you from hence. Our cry is like the bell in the caravan, or as thunder when the clouds travel the sky. Take it lightly, that you may escape easily; give up readily, and so find the reward. Gendy He draws the bow, tor that arrow of His quivers in the hearts of the lovers. Be the lover Turk or Greek or Arab, this cry right enough is fellow-tongue with him.

I was water; I became wind; I have come to deliver the thirsty ones from this mirage. The King is in the city; for the sake of the owl how should I abandon the city and occupy the ruin? If an ass has gone mad, strike the ox-whip upon its head until its senses return. We have become motes of the sun of sorrow for the Beloved; you in whose heart this passion has never arisen, sleep on. Like a drunkard you are falling and rising on every side, tor night is past and now is the time tor prayer; sleep on.

Since fate has barred slumber to me, young man, be gone; for sleep has passed you by and you can now fulfil slumber; sleep on. Since you are in your own hand, depart to the right hand — sleep on. I have rent the garment of speech and let words go; you, who are not naked, possess a robe — sleep on. Heaven and earth weep and lament because of his lamen- tation; his breaths have become fiery — you might say he is a fire-temple. He has a strange sickness — no headache, no feverish pain — no remedy is to be found for it on earth, for it came upon him out of heaven.

He neither eats nor sleeps; he receives his nourishment from Love, for this Love is now both nurse and mother to the Master. Seek no cure for this Master; do not bind him, do not counsel him, for where he has fallen is neither transgression nor piety. When did you ever see Love?

You have never heard from lovers; keep silent, chant no spells; this is not a case for magic or jugglery! I have come so that, tugging your ear, I may draw you to me, unheart and unself you, plant you in my heart and soul. Rosebush, I have come a sweet springtide unto you, to seize you very gently in my embrace and squeeze you. I have come because you stole a kiss from an idol fair; give it back with a glad heart, master, for I will seize you back. What is a mere rose? You are the All, you are the speaker of the command Say. If no one else knows you, since you are I, I know you.

You are my soul and spirit, you are my Fatiha- chanter; be- come altogether the Fatiha, so that I may chant you in my heart. You are my quarry and game, though you have sprung from the snare; return back to the snare, and if you go not, I will drive you. Why do you run in my wake so swiftly?

I will tear you to pieces. Say nothing, froth not, do not raise the lid of the cauldron; simmer well, and be patient, tor I am cooking you. Bring at once altogether soul and world; deliver over to the sun, for the sun has drawn a fine blade. Laugh at that ugly one showing off airs; weep for that friend who is severed from the Friend. The whole city seethed when the rumour ran abroad that the madman had once again escaped from his chains. Beat the drums, and speak no more; what place is there for heart and mind?

For the soul too has fled. What is this idol -form, if it is the house of the Kaaba? And what is this light of God, if it is the Magian temple? In this house is a treasure which the whole of being cannot contain; this house and this master are all a fiction and a pretence. Lay not hand upon this house, for this house is a talisman; speak not to the master, for he is drunk since last night. In short, whoever enters this house has found a way to the King of the world, the Solomon of the time. I swear by your life that, but for beholding your counte- nance, though it be the kingdom of the earth, all is mere fantasy and fable.

The garden is baffled as to which is the leaf, which the blos- som; the birds are distraught as to which is the snare, which the bait. This is the Master of heaven, who is like unto Venus and the moon, and this is the house of Love, which is without bound and end. The soul, like a mirror, has received your image in its heart; the heart has sunk like a comb into the tip of your tress. The whole household is drunk, and nobody is aware who enters the threshold, whether it be X or Y. It is inauspicious; do not sit on the threshold, enter the house at once; he whose place is the threshold keeps all in darkness.

Set not fire to the thicket, and keep silence, my heart; draw in your tongue, for your tongue is a flame. Who has seen such a festival in a hundred cycles? Earth and heaven are filled with sugar; in every direction sugarcane has sprouted. The roar of that pearl-scattering sea has arrived; the world is full of waves, and the sea is invisible. Muhammad has returned from the Ascension; Jesus has ar- rived from the fourth heaven. Every coin which is not of this place is counterfeit; every wine which is not of the cup of the Soul is impure. What a splendid assembly, where the saki is good fortune, and his companions are Junaid and Ba Yazld!

Crop-sickness afflicted me when I was desirous; I did not know that God Elimself desires us. Now I have fallen asleep and stretched out my feet, since I have realised that good fortune has drawn me on. Flow shall the shadow save its soul from the sun, seeing that its soul is in the hand of the sun? Brave Sun, before which this sun in heaven quivers with fear like quicksilver! The moon is like quicksilver on a palsied palm — one night only, and for the rest it is poured forth; In every thirty nights, two nights it is united and lean, for the rest it endures separation, and separation is torture.

Though it is wretched, it is fresh of face; laughter is the habit and wont oflovers. Keep silent, for the faults of vision always come from ques- tion and answer. When the reflexion of His beauty shines forth, mountainland and earth are silk and brocade. When we ask of the breeze the scent of Him, in the breeze is the echo of lute and reedpipe. When we write His name in the dust, every particle of dust is a dark-eyed houri.

We chant a spell of Him over the fire; thereby the raging fire becomes water-cool. Why shall I tell a long tale? For when we mention His name to nonbeing too, it increases being. That subtlety in which Love is contained is fuller of pith than a thousand walnuts. That instant when Love showed its face, all these things van- ished from the midst. For the sealing has been completed; the totality of desire is God Most High. Again that bedouin has purchased the Joseph of beauty tor eighteen base pieces. All night the souls in glory and felicity pastured amidst nar- cissus and jasmine, Until with the dawn of course every spirit leaped forth nim- ble and sprightly.

Today narcissus-bed and anemone have blossomed out of stones and clods, The tree has bloomed in the midst of winter, in January the fruits have ripened. You might say that God has created a new world in this an- cient world. Lover-gnostic, recite this ode, for Love has chosen you out of all the lovers. On your golden cheek there is a toothmarlc — has that silvery- breasted one perchance bitten you? It is right that He should cherish that heart which has throbbed much in anguish for Him.

Go sauntering through the meadow for today it is the turn for the eyes to behold.

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If only in all the village there is someone — by Allah, a sign would be completely sufficient. For even the simurgh is footfast in this stout snare. Choose that dessert which augments life, seek that wine which is full-bodied; The rest is all scent and image and colour, the rest is all war and shame and opprobrium; Be silent, and sit down, for you are drunk, and this is the edge of the roof.

Whoever is not turning about and weeping after the fashion of a waterwheel shall not see the face of the garden, he will lose the way to the garden. We have deposed reason and circumscribed passion, tor such majesty is not appropriate to this reason and these habits. So long as you are desirous, know that this desire of yours is an idol; when you have become beloved, after that there is no existence tor the desirous.

Shams-i Tabriz! If they are intent on robbing people of reason and awareness, what then will they make of him who is unaware of himself? Discover yourself, and be wary; yet what are you to do? For there is a wakeful, quickhanded thief on this way. The spirits become intoxicated through the breath of day- break, inasmuch as the face of daybreak is towards the sun and is the companion of vision. Labour more, and collect gold, and be joyful, for all your silver and gold and wealth is the serpent of hell.

Out of agony and grief, from behind every atom of dust comes sighing and lamentation, but your ear is deaf. Say, who is the companion of Ahmad the Aposde in this world? Shams-i Tabriz the Emperor, who is one of the greatest things. For such a Tartar musk has become amber-diffusing. Lias perchance the dawn breeze lifted the veil from Flis face?

For thousands of unseen moons have begun to shine. Is there any soul which is not happy through Flis sweet perfume? Though the soul has no clue as to the source of its happiness. Many a happy rose is laughing through the breath of God, yet every soul does not know whence it has become laughing. Yet why should not the lover set his heart upon Him through whose grace the body has become wholly soul?

Ever since the heart beheld that peri-born beauty of mine, it has taken the glass into its hand and become an exorcist. If His sweet breeze blows upon the tree of the body, how a-tremble two hundred leaves and two hundred branches have become!

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If there is not an immortal soul tor every one slain by Him, why has it become so easy for the lover to yield up his soul? Even the aware ones are unaware of His life and activities, for His life and activities have become their veil. If the minstrel of Love has not breathed upon the reed of a heart, why has every tip of the hair become lamenting like the reed pipe?

If Shams-i Tabriz does not fling clods from the roof against the heart, then why have the souls become as it were his door- keepers? For if I were to utter his subtleties you would come forth from yourself, neither door nor roof would remain to you. Sun of beauty, come forth one moment out of the cloud, for that glittering, glowing countenance is my desire. In the hand of every one who exists there are filings of beauty; that quarry of elegance and that mine are my desire.

By Allah, without you the city is a prison tor me; I wander abroad, mountain and desert are my desire, io My heart is weary of these weak-spirited fellow-travellers; the Lion of God and Rustam-i Dastan are my desire. I am aweary of these tearful people so full of complaining; that ranting and roaring of the drunkards is my desire. I am more eloquent than the nightingale, but because of vulgar envy a seal is on my tongue, and lamentation is my desire.

Hidden from every eye, and all things seen are from Him — that hidden One manifest in works is my desire. My state has gone beyond every desire and yearning; from mine and place to the elements is my desire. My ear heard the tale of faith and became drunk; where is the portion of sight? The form of faith is my desire. Cunning minstrel, number the rest of this ode after this fash- ion, for it is after this fashion I desire. Show your face from the east, Sun of the Pride of Tabriz; I am the hoopoe, the presence of Solomon is my desire.

The moon scatters light, and the dog barks at it; what harm does that do to the moon? The lover is a mountain, not a straw to be blown away by the wind; it is a flock of flies that the wind has waylaid. If it is the rule that blame should arise from Love, it is also the rule for Love to be deaf to it. Wash your hands and mouth, for now is the time for the Table. And is not this love a tavern? You who spend years describing spirit, show one quality that is equal to his essence.

Through his phantasm the light of the eye increases, yet for all that in the presence of union with him it is clouded. Speak not of houris and moon, spirit and peri, for these re- semble Him not; He is something other. Slave-caressing it is that your love has practised, else where is the heart that is worthy of that love? Every heart that has been sleepless for one night in desire for you is bright as day, and the air by it is illumined. Every one who has become without object is as your disciple; his object is realized without the form of object.

My foot does not reach the ground out of hope for union, withal through separation from you my hand is on my head. My heart, be not sorrowful at this oppression of foes, and meditate on this, that the Sweetheart is judge. If my enemy is glad because of my saffron-pale face, is not my saffron-pale face derived from the red rose? Shams-i Din shone moonlike from Tabriz; no, what is the moon indeed?

That face outshines the moon. Be drunk in love, for love is all that exists; without the com- merce of love there is no admittance to the Beloved. How long will you embrace a dead beloved? Embrace the soul which naught embraces. The rose that comes of spring, the thorn is its companion; the wine that comes of pressed grapes is not exempt from crop- sickness. Be not an expectant spectator on this path; for by Allah, there is no death worse than expectancy, io Set your heart on the true coin, if you are not counterfeit; give ear to this subtlety, if you lack an earring.

Would you have your self clear of blemish? Gaze upon Him, for He is not ashamed or afraid of the truth. We were once in heaven, we were friends of the angels; let us all return thither, for that is our city. Our lodging-place is Majesty. How tar is the world of dust from the pure substance! Upon what have you alighted? Load up — what place is this? Young luck is our friend, to yield up the soul is our business; the leader of our caravan is Mustafa, Pride of the World. At his moon the moon was split, it could not endure to be- hold him; the moon attained such luck — she, a humble beggar.

The sweet scent of the breeze is from the curl of his tress, the glitter of this phantasm is from that cheek like the forenoon. Behold in our hearts every moment a splitting of the moon, tor why does your eye soar beyond the vision of that vision? Mankind, like waterfowl, are sprung from the sea of the soul; how should the bird that has risen from that sea make its dwelling here?

Nay rather, we are pearls in that sea, we are all present therein; else, why does wave upon wave surge from the sea of the heart? I am like a goblet, heart full of blood and body slender, in the hand of Love, which is neither pale nor lean nor slender. This Love consumes nothing but Moslem blood; come, I will tell it in your ear — amazing, it is not an infidel. A thousand forms like Adam and Eve are born; the world is full of His image, but He is not endowed with form.

He knows what is salutary for the desert sand-grain and the drop of the ocean, and brings replenishment, for His knowl- edge is not deaf. Through being bound and released by the hand of the ass- driver the ass has become a gnostic, and knows that he is, and none beside; Seeing him, it moves its head and ear assishly; it recognises his call, tor it is not disguised.

From his hand it has consumed sweet provender and water — amazing! Do you not receive such provision from God? A thousand times He has fettered you in pain, and you have cried out; why do you disapprove? God is not constrained to release you. Like the infidel you bow your head only in time of affliction; not worth half a grain is the head that belongs not yonder. The fissure of your five senses is the fissure of that cage; you see a thousand prospects, but there is no way to the prospect.

Your body is dry tinder, and that vision is fire; when you look well into the matter, all is nothing but flame. Not tinder is it, for it has become fire in burning; know that the tinder is light, although it is not shining. For the sake of the ears of those who shall come after me I speak and set down; our life is not postponed; For Love has seized them by the ear and is bringing them by secret ways where reason is no guide.

Mankind are stars, and Shams-i Tabriz! What does the world possess that is not your gift? Is there a worse punishment than his who lives exiled from your face? Do not punish your servant, tor all that he is unwor- thy of you. Every moment I would scatter my heart and soul in your dust; dust be on the head of the soul that is not the dust of your feet! Blessed to all birds is your air; how unblest is the bird that is not in your air!

The world has no permanence, and if it has, count it as per- ishing, since it is not intimate with your permanence. How happy is the king that is mated by your rook! How lair of presence is he who is never without your presence! I will not flee from your blow, for very raw indeed is the heart that is not roasted in the fire of your trial. This is no place for you. I dipped my pitcher into the fountain that contained the Water of Life, and I saw that the fountain was full of blood. I chant a spell and whisper it over the face of that peri — tor incantation is always the business of the exorcist — Yet tor all my incantations my peri came not back into the bottle, since his activities transcend chants and spells.

Between his brow there are ancient angers; the frown on the brow of Laila is destruction to Majnun. Come, come, tor without you I have no life; see, see, tor without you my eyes are a veritable flood. For ev- ery cause is conjoined with a consequence. Come, come, for even now by the grace of Be and it A par- adise opens its gate which is ungrudging.

Of the essence of the thorn you behold marvellous flowers; of the essence of the stone you see the treasure of Korah. Divine grace is eternal, and thereof a thousand keys lie hid- den between the kdf and the ship of the nun. Bu Hanifa did not teach love, Shaffi had no tradition con- cerning it. Whomsoever you have seen sorrowful and scowling is not a lover, and belongs not to that province; Otherwise, every bud is a veil of a garden, jealousy and envy have no contagion.

The beginner in this path of Love is he who is not apprised of beginning. Become naughted from selfhood, because there is no sin worse than being. What are pitchers and glasses doing on the footpath? The road is not clear of these pots. You have left the path and are going to the pitcher; that is plain error. You are a sign, and a seeker after a sign; there is no better sign than the seeker after a sign. Every herb is a token of water; what is there that is not tribu- tary to that? Enough, this water has many tokens; the thirsty man requires no counselling.

My mad and drunken camel has begun to rend the chain of reason. A gulp of that incautious wine has begun to flow over my head and eyes. The lion of the gaze, despite the dog of the Companions of the Cave, has begun to drink my blood again. The water is flowing again in this river; by the riverbanlc the grass has begun to shoot. The dawn breeze is blowing again in the garden, it has be- gun to blow over rose and rosebed. He drove me away; compassion came to him and called; Love has begun to look kindly upon me. My enemy has seen that I am with the Friend; he has begun to gnaw his hand of envy.

The tale-bearer brow making hints has begun to curve over that eye. When Love called my heart towards Him, my heart began to flee from all creation. Creatures are sticks; the blind man flings away the stick when he begins to see. Enough, for the veil of speech has begun to spin a curtain around you. A day is hidden in night, a Turk is amongst Hindus; night, launch your assaults, for that Turk is in the tent. If you catch a glimpse of this brightness, you will set sleep afire; for by night-faring and servitude Venus became the com- panion of the moon.

We are fleeing by night and running apace, and the Zangis are on our track, for we carried off the gold, and the watchman became aware. Happy indeed is that smiling one who has pressed cheek against that cheek! Great and glorious is that heart which has departed unto that Sweetheart! Who is there on the path of the heart who has not a sigh in his heart? That man is truly successful who is drowned in that sigh. When he is drowned in the sea, the sea carries him up to the surface, like Joseph of the well who emerged from the well to greatness.

He circled about the pool like men athirst seeking and searching; suddenly like a dry crust he became a sop in our pool. Learned man, stop up your ears against this; do not listen to this incantation, for he has become a legend through our charm. The ears do not escape from this ring which has robbed minds of their reason; having laid his head on the millstone, he vanished like a grain into the measure.

Be not puffed up by your reason; many a well-trusted master who was a pillar of the world has become more lamenting than the Moaning Pillar. I, who have cut away from life, roselike have rent my robe, thence have become such that my reason has become a stranger to my soul. Those drops of individual reason have become vanquished in the Sea of Reason; the atoms of these fragmentary souls have become annihilated in the Beloved.

I will keep silent, I will perform the command and hide this candle — a candle in whose light the sun and the moon are moths. Who is that, who is that who makes the breast sorrowful, then when you make complaint before Him, He turns your bitter sweet? Sweet King, who in a moment transforms that bitterness to goodness! He makes the dark bright, He makes the thorn into a rose- bud; He draws the thorn out of your palm, and fashions you a pillow of roses.

He who gives light to the stars and succour to the helpless, He benefits His servant, and too applauds His servant. He causes all the sins of the sinners to scatter like Decem- ber leaves; into the ears of those who speak Him ill He recites forgiveness of sin.

It is His amen which gives a man joy in his prayer; like a fig, He is inwardly and outwardly alike sweet and pleasant. It is rapture which in good and evil gives strength to hand and foot, for this rapture mates the strength of a Rustam to the body of a poor wretch. With rapture the poor wretch is a Rustam, without rapture Rustam is one full of grief; but for rapture, how would the Friend of the Soul stablish the soul?

I sent forth my heart timely for it knows swiftly to travel the way , to carry the description of Shams-i Din to the Tabriz of fidelity. Khusrau bids farewell to his kingdom tor the sake of Shinn; Farhad too tor her sake strikes the axe against the mountain. Frozen is the life that has passed without that sweet spirit; rotten is the kernel that is oblivious of this almond-cake. Behold how, when He blows into every clod, every heart, He bestows a need, He bestows a passion which raises lamentation of anguish. Tell me this. Soulless is the person who has been able to tear his heart away from God for a single moment.

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I will make enough; go you nimbly, by night climb on to this roof; raise a fair clamour in the city, my soul, with a loud voice! The springtide of lovers has come, that this dust bowl may become a garden; the proclamation of heaven has come, that the bird of the soul may rise in flight. Because that moon generally is concealed in clouds.

Happy and laughing hour, when those clouds have begun to weep! Lord, what a blessed state, when those lightnings are laughing! Of those hundreds of thousands of drops, not one drop falls upon the earth; for if it should fall upon the earth, the whole world would be laid in ruin. Though the whole world be laid in ruin, yet every desola- tion through love becomes fellow-mariner with Noah, and so is intimate with the Flood. Did the flood abate, the heavens would not go round; through that wave beyond direction these six directions keep in motion.

You who remain fast under these six directions, at once sor- row and do not sorrow, for those seeds beneath the ground will one day become a plantation of date-trees. One day that root will raise its head from the dust, it will become a fresh green branch; what if two or three branches should wither, the rest of the tree will be pregnant with life; And when that dry branch is set afire, the fire will be joyous like the soul; if that is not this, it will become this; if this is not that, it will become that. Whatever it may be that bewilders you, that thing is bewildered at Him.

Now He draws me in His train like a string of camels, anon the King places me in front like the commander of His troops.