THE MATHNAWİ... -1-

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55- When the king saw the powerlessness of those physicians, he: ran bare-footed to the mosque.
He entered the mosque and advanced to the mihrab (to pray) : the prayer-carped was bathed in the king's tears.
On coming to himself out of the flood of ectasy (fana) he opened his lips in goodly praise and laud,
Saying, 'O Thou whose least gift is the empire of the world, what shall I say, inasmuch as thou knowest the hidden thing?.
O Thou with whom we always take refuge in our need, once again we have missed the way. 




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50- How many a one has not pronounced the saving clause, and yet his soul is in harmony with the soul of it!

The more cures and remedies they applied, th4e more did the illness increase, and the need was not fulfilled.

The sick girl(5) became (thin) as a hair, (while) the eyes of the king flowed with tears of blood, like a river.

By Divine destiny, oxymel produced bile, and oil of almonds was increasing the dryness.

From (giving) myrobalan constipation resulted, relaxation ceased; and water fed the flames, like naphtha.

How it became manifest to the king that the physicians were unable to cure the handmaiden, and how he turned his face towards God and dreamed of a holy man.


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45-Whoever heals her that is my life will bear away with him my treasure and pearls, large and small(3).
They all answered him, saying, 'We will hazard lives(4) and summon all our intelligence and put it into the common stock.
Each one of us is the Messiah of a world (of people): in our hands is a medicine for every pain.'
In their arrogance they did not say,'If God will'; therefore God showed unto them the weakness of Man.
I mean (a case in which) omission of the saving clause is (due to) a hardness of heart; not the mere saying of these words, for that is a superficial circumstance.



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40-After he had bought her and won to his desire, by Divine destiny she sickened.
A certain man had an ass but no pack-saddle: (as soon as) he got a saddle, the wolf carried away his ass.
He had a pitcher, but no water could be obtained: when he found water, the pitcher broke.
The king gathered the physicians together from left and right and said to them, 'The life of us both is in your hands.
My life is of no account,(but) she is the life of my life.I am in pain and wounded: she is my remedy.

                                                              
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35-'O my friends, hearken to this tale: in truth it is the very marrow of our inward state.

The story of the king's falling in love with a handmaiden and buying her.

In olden time there was a king to whom belonged the power temporal and also the power spiritual.

It chanced that one day he rode with his courtiers to the chase.

On the king's highway the king espied a handmaiden: the soul of the king was enthralled by her.

Forasmuch as the bird, his soul, was fluttering in its cage, he gave money and bought the handmaiden.

        
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30-The Beloved is all and the lover(but) a veil; the Beloved is living and the lover a dead thing.
When Love hath no care for him, he is left as a bird without wings. Alas for him then!
How should I have consciousness (of aught) before or behind when the light of my Beloved is not before me and behind?
Love wills that: this Word should be shown forth: if the mirror does not reflect, how is that?
Dost thou know why the mirror (of thy soul) reflects nothing? Because the rust is not cleared from its face.

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25-Through Love the earthly body soared to the skies: the mountain began to dance and became nimble.
Love inspired Mount Sinai, O lover, (so that) Sinai (was made) drunken and Moses fell in a swoon.
Were I joined to the lip of one in accord with me, I too, like the reed, would tell all that may be told;
(But) whoever is parted from one who speaks his language becomes dumb, though he have a hundred songs.
When the rose is gone and the garden faded, thou wilt hear no more the nightingale's story.

                                  
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20- If thou pour the sea into a pitcher, how much will it hold? One day's store.
The pitcher, the eye of the covetous, never becomes full: the oyster-shell is not filled with pearls until it is contented.
He (alone) whose garment is rent by a (mighty) love is purged of covetousness and all defect.
Hail, O Love that bringest us good gain-thou that art the physician of all our ills,
The remedy of our pride and vainglory, our Plato and our Galen!

                                                                              
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15- In our woe the days(of life) have become untimely: our days travel hand in hand with burning griefs.
If our days are gone, let them go!-'tis no matter.Do Thou remain, for none is holy as Thou art!
Whoever is not a fish becomes sated with His water; whoever is without daily bread finds the day long.
None that is raw understands the state of the ripe: therefore my words must be brief. Farewell!
O son, burst thy chains and be free! How long wilt thou be a bondsman to(2) silver and gold?


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10- 'Tis the fire of Love that is in the reed, 'tis the fervour of Love that is in the wine. The reed is the comrade of every one who has been parted from a friend: its strains pierced our hearts(1).
Who ever saw a poison and antidote like the reed? Who ever saw a sympathiser and a longing lover-like the reed?
The reed tells of the Way full of blood and recounts stories of the passion of Majmun.
Only to the senseless is this sense confided: the tongue hath no customer save the ear.


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5- In every company I uttered my wailful notes;I consorted with the unhappy and with them that rejoice.
Everyone became my friend from his own opinion; none sought out my secrets from within me.
My secret is not far from my plaint, but ear and eye lack the light (whereby it should be apprehended).
Body is not veiled from soul, nor soul from body, yet none is permitted to see the soul.'
This noise of the reed is fire, it is not wind; whoso hath not this fire, may he be naught!


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Listen to the reed how it tells a tale, complaining of separations- Saying, 'Ever since I was parted from the reed-bed, my lament hath caused man and woman to moan.
I want a bosom torn by severance, that I may unfold (to such a one) the pain of love-desire. Every one who is left far from his source wishes back the time when he was united with it.

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