Monists

"This soul is a measure; how should the measure know That it is receiving of spirit and conveying to dust? Its task is to measure in restless love, Taking from heaven above, scattering o’er earth below."

"Thy light is at once joined with all things and apart from all."

"I am the sunlight falling from above, Yet never severed from the sun I love."

"Defects are the mirrors of the attributes of beauty The base is the mirror of the High and Glorious One, Because one contrary shows forth its contrary As honey’s sweetness is shown by vinegar’s sourness, Who recognises and confesses his own defects Is hastening in the way that leads to perfection."

"Thou hadst not seen a single blind man seated on the moat-edge, Had they sought God instead of morsel and pittance."

"Mere fancy’s pictures ever objects mar, Things non-existent often frenzy paints, We see mankind deluded over feints; Their peace, their war not seldom for a sham, Their pride, their shame some sorry epigram."

"Become nought, nought from self-hood, because There is no crime worse than thy being."

"The strange thing is, not that winged fowl Fall into the deadly snare without seeing it, But that they see the snare and the limed twig, And yet fall into it, whether they will or no."

"None but God hath contemplated the beauty of God."

"Thou takest on thyself the shame of hemp and wine, In order that thou mayest for one moment escape from thyself."

"The blast of the last trump will be God’s command To every atom to lift its head from the earth, The souls also of each will return to their bodies, Even as sense returns to bodies awaking from sleep, On that morn each soul will recognise its own body And return to its own ruin like hidden treasure."

"Good news! Good news! Lo! the spring is at hand, If the blossoms did not shine as bright helmets, How could the fruits display their globes? When the blossoms are shed, the fruits come to a head, When the body is destroyed, the soul lifts up its head."

"O Moses! the lovers of fair rites are one class, They whose hearts and souls burn with love are another, If they speak amiss, call them not sinners, If a martyr be stained with blood, wash it not away, Blood is better than water for martyrs, This fault is better than a thousand correct forms."

"Seek ye a purchaser who will pay you gold, Where will you find one more liberal than God? He buys the worthless rubbish which is your wealth, He pays you the light that illumines your heart, He accepts these frozen and lifeless bodies of yours And gives you a kingdom beyond what you dream of, He takes a few drops of your tears And gives you the divine fount sweeter than sugar."

"He is only scented with musk, he is not himself musk, He smells of musk, but is really naught but dung, For his dung to become musk, O disciple, He must graze year after year in the divine pasture."

"A bird flies with its wings towards its nest, The wings of a man are his aspiration and aim. If a lover be befouled with good and evil Yet regard not these; regard rather his aspiration, Though a falcon be all white and unmatched in form, If he hunts mice, he is contemptible and worthless, And if an owl fixes his affection on the king, He is a falcon in reality; regard not his outward form."

"T am a bird of the heavenly garden; I belong not to the earthly sphere, They have made for two or three days a cage of my body."

"Victory falls to the believers at last, The hypocrites have death in the next world. Although both parties are engaged in one game, Yet, as regards one another, they are inhabitants of Merv and Rai (i.e., far asunder), Each goes to his own place, Each fares according to his name."

"The generous die but their kindness remains, O happy he who drove this chariot (of kindness), The unjust die and their injustice remains, Alas for the soul that commits deceit and fraud."

"A pauper may amused be with counterfeited coin, But take this to the mint; defaced ’twill be in fine; Then be not thou misled with gilded counterfeit, Delusion will thee plunge headlong into hell’s pit."

"The ant of lust becomes by habit like a snake, Slay first of all the snake of your lust, Else this snake of yours will become a dragon; But every one regards his own snake as an ant, Go inquire of your true state from a man of heart."

"An ant who saw a pen writing on paper Delivered himself to another ant in this way: ‘That pen is making very wonderful figures Like hyacinths and lillies and roses,’ The other said ‘The finger is the real worker, The pen is only the instrument of its working;’ A third ant said, ‘No! the action proceeds from the arm, The weak finger writes with the arm’s might;’ So it went on upwards, till at last A prince of the ants who had some wit Said, ‘Ye regard only the outward form of this marvel, It is only from reason and mind that these figures proceed."

"The lover shineth among his fellows as in heaven The brilliant moon among the host of stars."

"Has not the copper of your existence been changed, like Moses, to gold by his alchemy? What matter though you have no gold in a sack, like Qarun? Within you is an Egypt, and you are its garden of sugar-canes; What matter though you have no supply of sugar from without?"

"Every night spirits are released from this cage (the body) And set free, neither lording it nor lorded over, At night prisoners are unaware of their prison, At night kings are unaware of their majesty, Then there is no thought or care for loss or gain, No regard to such an one or such an one, The state of the ‘knower’ is such as this even when awake God says ‘Thou would’st deem him awake though asleep,’ Sleeping to the affairs of the world day and night Like a pen in the directing hand of the writer."

"The sect of lovers is distinct from all others, Lovers have a religion and a faith of their own."

"Then love the saints; their love plant deeply in thy heart, The pure of mind alone deserve a pure love’s part, Court not despair; hope ever springs in human breast, Seek not the dark; the sun of light shines full confest."

"The billow of largesse hath appeared, the thunder of the sea hath arrived, The morn of blessedness hath dawned. Morn? No, ’tis the light of God."

"Those drunk with God though they be thousands, yet are one, Those drunk with lust, though it be a single one, he is a double."

"If death be a human being say to him ‘Draw near That I may closely fold him in a fond embrace, From him I extort by force eternal life, Whilst he but snatches from me the dervish’s party-coloured dress.’"

"Death of the body is a benefaction to the spiritual, What damage has pure gold to dread from the shears."

"Thou and I individuals no more shall be mingled in ecstasy, Joyful and secure from foolish babble, thou and I. All the bright plumed birds of heaven will devour their hearts with envy In the place where we shall laugh in such a fashion thou and I."

"I am ever in concord with this father of ours, And earth ever appears to me as a Paradise; Each moment a fresh form, a new beauty, So that weariness vanishes at these ever-fresh sights; I see the world filled with blessings, Fresh waters ever welling up from new fountains."

"Repentance lights on him who tests one tested already."

"I’ll be the very slave of him who at each stage Will not suppose the goal ’tis of his pilgrimage; Before the traveller reach the home he bears in mind How many stages are there must be left behind!"

"I am thy lute, on every vein (chord) of mine Thou strikest the quill, and I vibrate."

"I extracted the marrow of the Koran, and threw the bone to the dogs."

"I was, ere a name had been named upon earth, Ere one trace yet existed of aught that has birth: When the locks of the Loved One streamed forth for a sign, And Being was none save the Presence Divine! Named and name were alike emanations from Me, Ere aught that was ‘I’ yet existed, or ‘We’; Ere the veil of the flesh for Messiah was wrought, To the Godhead I bowed in prostration of thought."

"I am sweet-smiling Jesus by whom the world is revived, But my lineage is from God: I know nought of Mary."

"If for the Faith thou bear’st thy wealth, it then The Prophet says, is pure to righteous men."

"Read the text ‘I have not created Jinns and men but to worship me,’ The only object of the world is to worship God. Though the object of a book is to teach an art, If you make a pillow of it, it serves that purpose too, Yet its main object is not to serve as a pillow But to impart knowledge and useful instruction."

"Look not in the world for bliss and fortune, since thou wilt not find them, Seek bliss in both worlds by serving Him."

"The body loves green pastures and running water, For this cause that its origin is from them. The love of the soul is for wisdom and knowledge, That of the body for houses, gardens, and vineyards; The love of the soul is for things exalted on high, That of the body for acquisition of goods and food."

"The moon sheds her light and the dogs howl; Everyone acts according to his nature, To each his office is allotted by the divine decree."

"As we are all members of Adam We have heard these melodies in Paradise; Though earth and water have cast their veil upon us We retain faint reminiscences of those earthly songs; But while we are thus shrouded by gross earthly veils How can the tones of the dancing spheres reach us?"

"Then think not lowly of thy heart, though lowly, For holy is it and there dwells the holy, God’s presence-chamber is the human breast, Ah! happy spirit with such Inmate blest."

"I regard not the outside and the words, I regard the inside and the state of heart; I look at the heart if it be humble, Though the words may be the reverse of humble; Because the heart is substance and words accidents, Accidents are only a means, substance is the final cause, How long wilt thou dwell on words and superficialities, A burning heart is what I want; consort with burning."

"We have been in heaven, we have been friends of the angels Thither, sire, let us return for that is our country, How different a source have the world of dust and the pure substance, Though we came down, let us haste back—what place is this?"

"We are the family of the Lord and His sucking babes, The Prophet said ‘The people are God’s family,’ He who sends forth the rain from heaven, Can He not also provide our daily bread?"

"No favour was left which that winsome beauty did not bestow, What fault of ours if he failed in bounty towards you? Thou art reviling because that charmer wrought tyranny, Whoever saw in the two worlds a fair one that played not the tyrant? When the spirit became lost in contemplation, it said this ‘None but God has contemplated the beauty of God;’ This eye and that lamp are two lights, each individual, When they came together, no-one distinguished them."