A disciple came in to pay his respects to the Shaykh—and by this (word) “Shaykh” I do not mean one old in years, but one old in understanding and knowledge (of God), even if he is
Jesus, on whom be peace, in the cradle, or Yahyá (John the Baptist), on whom be peace, in the children's
school. The disciple saw the Shaykh
weeping; he too acted in conformity (with the Shaykh) and wept. When he had finished and gone forth (from the Shaykh's presence), another disciple, who was more cognisant of the
Shaykh's spiritual state, impelled by (noble) jealousy, went out quickly after him and said to him, “O
brother, (whatever may happen) I shall have told you: for God's sake, for God's sake, beware of thinking
or
saying that the Shaykh wept and you wept likewise; you must practise self-discipline
without
hypocrisy for thirty years, and you must traverse ravines and seas full of leviathans, and lofty mountains full of lions and leopards, that you may attain to that weeping of the Shaykh or not attain. If you attain, you will often utter
thanksgiving (as immense as
is the
extent of the earth, described in
the words of
the Tradition), ‘The earth was gathered together
for me.’”
A disciple came into
the presence of the Pír:
the Pír was (engaged) in weeping
and
lamentation.
When the disciple saw the Shaykh weeping, he began to weep: the tears ran from his eyes.
The man possessed of an ear (sense of hearing) laughs
once, when a friend repeats
a joke to
a friend;
the
deaf
man
(laughs) twice:
The first time by way of
conformity and
affectation, because
he sees
the
company laughing.

It is
the Shaykh's reflexion, and
its source is in the Shaykh: the overflow of joy is
not (derived) from
the disciples; nay, it is from the Shaykh.
Like a basket in water or a (ray of) light on glass: if they think it (comes) from
themselves, it is (owing to)
defect (of intelligence).

The glass also will recognise, at the setting (of the moon),
that those beams (of light) were from the beauteous shining moon.
When the (Divine) command “Arise!” opens his (the imitator's) eye, then he will laugh, like the (true)
dawn, a second time.
He will even laugh at his own (former) laughter which was produced in him in that (period of) imitation,
And will say (to himself), “(Travelling) by all these far and long ways, and thinking that this was the
Reality and that this was the Mystery and Secret,

What was I fancying,
and
what was it
(in truth)? My weak perception was
showing (only) a weak image (of
the reality).”
Where is the thought of the (holy) men in relation to the child of the (mystic) Way?
Where is his fancy in comparison with true realisation?
The thought of children
is (of) the nurse or milk or raisins and walnuts or weeping and crying.
The imitator is like a sick child, although he may have
(at his disposal) subtle argumentation and (logical)
proofs.

insight.
It took away (from him) the stock (of insight), which is the collyrium of his inmost consciousness,
and
applied itself to the discussion of (formal) problems.
O imitator, turn back from Bukhárá: go to self-abasement (ba-khwárí)
that you mayst become a (spiritual)
hero,
And that
you mayst behold within (you) another Bukhárá, in the assemblyplace whereof the champions
are unlearned.
Although the courier is a swift runner on land, when he goes to sea his sinews are broken.

that one who
is borne on the sea—he is somebody.
The King (God)
has great bounty: run (to receive it), O you who have become in pawn to an imagination and fancy.
From conformity that simple disciple,
too, was weeping in concert with the venerable
(Shaykh); (For), like the deaf man, he regarded the (Shaykh's) weeping in the manner of a conformist and was unaware of the cause.
When he had wept a long while, he paid his respects and departed: the (Shaykh's) favourite disciple came
quickly after him,

(possessed) of insight,
For God's sake, for God's sake, for God's sake,
O loyal disciple, although in (your) conformity you art seeking (spiritual) profit,
Take heed not to say, ‘I saw that (spiritual)
king weeping, and I wept like him’; for that is denial (of his exalted state).”
A weeping full of ignorance and conformity and (mere) opinion is not like the weeping of that trusted one.
Do not judge (one) weeping by the analogy of (another) weeping:
it is a long way from this weeping to
that
(weeping).

His weeping is neither from sorrow nor from joy: (only) the spirit knows the weeping of (him
who is) the fountain of beauties.
His weeping, his laughter—(both) are of Yonder (World) and transcend all
that the intellect may conceive. His tears are like his
eye: how should the sightless eye become a (seeing) eye?

Night flees when Light comes from afar: what, then, should the darkness of Night know concerning Light? The gnat flees from the keen wind: what, then, should the gnat know of the (delicious) savour of the winds?
When the Eternal comes, the temporal is made vain: what, then, should the temporal know of Eternity? When Eternity comes in contact with the temporal, it strikes it dumb; when it has naughted it, it makes it homogeneous (with itself).

dervish.
This Alif-Lám-Mím and Há-Mím—these Letters become, on (real) comprehension (of their meaning), like the rod of Moses.
The (other) letters resemble these Letters outwardly but are subject (to
them) in respect of the (sublime)
attributes of the latter.
A staff that any one takes on trial—how should it
be described as being
like that staff (Moses' rod)?
This Breath is (like the breath) of Jesus (in its effects); it is not (like) any wind and breath that arises from joy or sorrow.

Although they are composed of letters, O sire, and resemble
the composition of (words used by) the common folk, (yet they are not the same).
Mohammed is composed of flesh and skin; (but he is unique) although every body is homogeneous with him in its composition.
It has flesh, it has skin and bone; (yet) has this (ordinary) constitution the same (qualities as his)?

constitutions were
vanquished.
Likewise, the composition of the
(Letters) Há-Mím in the (Holy) Book is exceedingly lofty, while the others are low (in comparison),
Because from this composition comes life,
like
the blast of the trumpet (of Resurrection),
(to
those) in helplessness.
By the dispensation of God Há-Mím becomes a dragon and cleaves the sea like the rod (of Moses).
Its external appearance resembles (other) appearances, but the disc
(round cake) of bread is very far from
(being) the disc
of
the moon.

Since the foolish took (only) the external appearances (into consideration),
and (since) the subtleties
(inward aspects) were very much hidden from them,
Necessarily they
were debarred from (attaining
to)
the (real) object; for the subtlety escaped (them) on the occasion when it (the
object) presented itself.
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