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Description of the Peacock and its nature, and the cause of its being killed by Abraham, on whom be peace.

His desire is to catch people: he is ignorant of good and evil and of the result and use of that (catching). He catches his prey ignorantly, like a trap: what knowledge has the trap concerning the purpose of its action?
What harm (comes) to the trap, or what benefit, from
catching (its prey)? I wonder at its idle catching.
O brother, you
have uplifted
your friends with two hundred marks of affection, and (then) abandoned (them).

Most (of your life) is gone and the day is late; (yet) you art still busy in pursuit of people.
Go on catching one and releasing another from the trap and pursuing another,
like mean folk; Then again release
this one and seek the other! Here's a game of heedless children!

Therefore (in reality) you wert catching yourself with the
trap, for you
art imprisoned and disappointed of your desire.
Is any owner of a
trap in the world such a dolt that, like us, he
tries to catch himself?
Pursuit of the vulgar is like hunting pig: the fatigue is infinite, and it is unlawful to eat a
morsel thereof. That which is worth pursuing is Love alone; but how should He be
contained in any one's trap?

His trap.
Love is saying
very softly into my ear, “To be a prey is better than to be
a hunter.
Make yourself My fool and
be a dupe: renounce
the (high) estate of the sun, become a mote! Become a dweller at My door and be
homeless: do not pretend to be a candle, be a moth,
That
you mayst see (taste) the savour of Life and contemplate the sovereignty hidden in servitude.”

Many a one who deserves to mount the scaffold with a halter on his throat—a crowd (gathers) round him, crying, “Behold, an emperor!”
(They are) like the tombs of infidels, outwardly (resembling) the robes of Paradise, (while) within (them) is the wrath of God Almighty and Glorious.
He (the worldling) has been plastered like the tombs: the veil of self-conceit has been brought before him
(drawn over him).
Your miserable nature is plastered with virtues, like a palm-tree of wax without (real) leaves and fruit.
Explaining that every one knows the mercy of God, and every one knows the wrath of God; and all are
fleeing from the wrath of God and clinging
to the mercy of God; but the Most High God has concealed
wraths in mercy and mercies in wrath. This is God's mystification and disguise and contrivance to
the
end that the discerning
who see by the Light of
God may be separated from those who see (only)
the present and the
visible; for (He created death and life)
that He might try you, which of you is most righteous in his works.

He replied, “My vision was ineffable; but for the sake of argument I will briefly declare a parable thereof. I beheld Him with a fire on His left, and
on
the right a stream
(like) Kawthar:
On His left an exceedingly world-consuming
fire, on His
right hand a sweet river.
One party put forth their hands towards the fire, (while) another party were rejoicing and intoxicated (with desire) for that Kawthar.

Whoever went into the fire and
sparks was emerging
from the midst of the water; Whoever went from the middle towards the water, he was at once found to be in the fire;
Whoever went towards the right (hand) and the limpid water would put forth his head from the fire on the
left;
And he who
went towards the fiery left, would emerge
on
the right.

(None would go) except him upon whom felicity was shed, so that he abandoned the water and took refuge in the fire.
The people made the pleasure that was actually present their object of worship; consequently the people
were swindled by this
game.
Troop by troop and rank by rank, (they were) on their guard against the fire and fleeing greedily and in haste towards the water.
Of necessity, they lifted up their heads (emerged) from (amidst) the fire. Take warning, take warning, O
heedless man!

A spell has been cast on yours
eyes, O sightless one:
come into me and never flee from the sparks.
O (you who art as) Khalíl (Abraham), here are no sparks and smoke: it is naught but the sorcery and deceit of Nimrod.
If, like the Friend of God, you art wise, the fire is your water, and you art the moth.’”
The soul of the moth is always crying, “Oh, alas, would that I had a hundred thousand wings,

The ignorant man pities me
from stupidity: I pity him from clairvoyance.
Especially this fire (of Love), which is the soul of (all) waters (delights);
(but) the behaviour of the
(ignorant) moth is contrary to ours.
It sees the light and goes into
a Fire;
the heart (of the mystic) sees the
fire and goes into
a Light.”
Such a (deceptive) game is played by the Glorious God in order that you may see who
belongs to the kin of
Khalíl (Abraham).

A magician by his art makes a dish of rice (appear to be) a dish full of (tiny) worms in the assembly;
(Or) by the breath (power) of magic he has caused a room to appear full of scorpions, though in truth there were no scorpions.
When sorcery produces a
hundred such illusions, how (much greater) must be
the cunning of the Creator of
sorcery?
Of necessity, through the magic of God generation after generation have fallen down (been vanquished),
like a woman (lying) flat beneath (sub marito).

Hark, read the Qur’án and behold lawful magic (in) the overthrow of plots (huge) as the mountains.
“I am not (like) Pharaoh that I should come to the Nile; I am going
towards the fire, like Khalíl (Abraham).
It
is not fire; (in reality) it is flowing water, (while) the other, through (Divine) cunning, is water whereof
the (real) nature is fire.
Excellently well said the complaisant Prophet,
“A
mote of intelligence is better for you
than fasting and performing the ritual prayer,”

In order that the mirror (intelligence)
may
have (a bright) lustre; for purity comes to the breast (heart) from piety.
But if the mirror is fundamentally depraved, (only) after a
long time does the polisher get it back (to purity);
While (in the case of) the fine mirror, which is (like) a goodly planting-ground, a little polishing is enough for it.
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