On seeking the tree whereof none that eats the fruit shall die.
A learned man (once) said, for the sake of (telling) a story, “In India there is a certain tree: Whoso takes and eats of its fruit, he grows not old nor ever dies.”
A king heard this (tale) from a veracious person: he became a lover of the tree and its fruit.
From the Divan of culture he sent an intelligent envoy to India in search (of it).

He roamed from town to town for this object: neither island nor mountain nor plain was left (unvisited).
Every one whom he asked made a mock of him, saying, “Who would search after this, unless perhaps a madman in confinement?”
Many slapped him jocosely; many said, “O fortunate man,
How should the enquiry of a clever and clear-minded person like you be devoid (of result)? How should it be vain?”

In such and such a forest there is a green tree, very tall and broad, and every branch of it is big.”
The king's envoy, who had braced his belt for the quest, was hearing a different kind of report from every one; So he travelled there for years, (whilst) the king kept sending money to him.

The thread of his hope snapped, the thing he had sought became unsought in the end. He resolved to return to the king, (and set out) shedding tears and traversing
the way.
How the Shaykh explained the hidden meaning of the tree to the seeker who was in the bondage of formalism.
There was a wise Shaykh, a noble Qutb, at the halting-place where the king's intimate fell into despair.

With tearful eyes he went to the Shaykh: he was raining tears, like a cloud.
“O Shaykh,” he cried, “it is the time for mercy and pity; I am in despair: now is the time for kindness.”
He (the Shaykh) said, “Say plainly what is the cause of your despair: what is your object? what have you in view*?”

For there is a tree, unique in (all) the quarters (of the world): its fruit is (of) the substance of the Water of Life. I have sought (it) for years and seen no sign (of it) except the gibes and ridicule of these merry men.”
The Shaykh laughed and said to him, “O simpleton, this is the tree of knowledge in the sage—
Very high and very grand and very far-spreading: (it is) a Water of Life from the all-encompassing Sea (of God).

(It is) that one (thing) from which a hundred thousand effects arise: its least effects are everlasting life.
Although (in essence) it is single, it has a thousand effects: innumerable names befit (may be properly applied to) that one
(thing).
One person may be father in relation to you; in regard to another individual he may be son.

(He has) hundreds of thousands of names, (but) he is one man: the owner of every quality belonging to him is blind to
(incapable of) giving any (true) description (of him).
Whoever seeks the (mere) name, if he is entrusted (with a confidential mission) he is hopeless and in distraction, even as you art.
Why do you stick to the name ‘tree,’ so that you art left bitterly disappointed and ill-fortuned?
Pass on from the name and look at the attributes, in order that the attributes may show you the way to the essence.”

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