The Gazelle

The Gazelle
A hunter captures a gazelle and puts it

in the stable with the cows and donkeys.
The gazelle runs about wild with fear and confusion.

Every night the man pours out chopped-up straw
for the barn animals. They love it,
but the gazelle shies quickly from side to side
in the big stall, trying to get away
from the smokey dust of the straw
and from the animal milling to eat it.
Whoever has been left for a time

With those who are different
Will know how forsaken
this gazelle feels.
Solomon loved the company of the hoopoe.

Unless she has a valid excuse to be absent,
I will punish her for not being here
with the worst punishment there is.
And what might that be? What this gazelle

Is going through: to be confined some where
apart from your own kind.
The soul is that way in the body,

A royal falcon put in with crows.
It sits here and endures what It must,
like a great saint, like an Abu Bakr,
in the city of Sabzawar.
Once the great King Muhammed Khwarizm

beseiged Sabzawr. They gave up easily.
Whatever you require as tribute we will give.
Bring me a holy person, someone who lives
united with God, or I will harvest
your inhabitants like corn.
They brought sacks of gld. They knew that

No one in Sabzawar lived in that state.
Do you think I am still a child
that I should be fascinated with coins?
For three days and nights

they called through thewn
looking for an Abu Bakr.
Finally, they saw a traveler

lying in a ruined corner of a wall,
sick and exhausted.
Immediately, they recognized a True Person.

Get up! The king wants to see you.
You can save our lives!
Im not supposed to be here.

If I could walk, I would already have arrived
in the city where my friends are.
They lifted him above their heads on a board

like corpses are carried on
and bore him to the king.
Sabzawar is this world,

where a True Person wastes away,
apparently worthless,
yet all the king wants from Sabzawar

is such a one. Nothing else will do.
Muhammed says, God does not look at outward forms,
But at the love within your love.
The Qalb, the inner heart, that space

in which seven hundred universes
are just a lost speck,
were looking for that in the small,

seedy town of Sabzawar! And sometimes,
we find it.
One who has that love is a six-sided mirror

through which God can look at us, here.
The gifts come through such one.

His palm opens without conditions.
That umion cannot be said.
I leave this subject with you.
Wealthy people bring money.

God says, Bring devotion to one
whose loving mixes eith mine.
That love is what God wants.

That love is a mother and a father
to us and is the origin of every creature.
You might say, Lord,

I have brought this heart-love.
Qutb, an ordinary town in Turfan

is full of this kind of love. Instead
bring the Qalb of the Qutb, the soul
of the soul of the soul of Adam.
God waits for that.

One may wander days in Sabzawar
and not see such a being.
The noblest native in Sabzawar might come,

And God would say, Why do you offer this
rotting corpse? Bring the inner love
of one who can save Sabzawar.
Just the sight of them together,

a native of Sabzawar and a True Human Being,
who might be traveling through,
is painful. Yet sometimes they talk.
A townsperson may behave kindly

Toward a Qalb-person, but its almost always
Hypocrisy. He nods and says yes.
He acts sincere, but hes really tricky,
and looking for an advantage.
If the saint accepts his hypocrisy,

he's saved, and that often happens.
The holy ones love to buy damaged goods,
And turn lying into truth.
If someones trickery seems charming to you,

remember he is only your saint, not a real one.
Someone who is like you will often sound prophetic.
Renounce sensuality, so you can sharpen

your spiritual sense. Your olfactory nerve
has been deadned. You cannot catch the fragrance
of sweet musk or ambergris. Its as though
they no longer exist for you.
All this time, our gazelle

Has been running back and forth in stable!
For many days this precious animal
wriggles like a fish thrown up on dry ground.
Like dung and rare incense closed
side by side in a box.
One donkey says sarcastically, This guy is wild!

He must be somebody special!
Another, With all his ebb and flow, he must be

Making a pearl. Probably a cheap one.
Another, Why cant he eat what we eat?
Another donkey gets indigestion and offers

the gazelle his fodder with a formal invitation.
No thank you. I am unwell too.
The donkey is offended. Dont be so aloof.

Are you afraid of what people will say
if youre seen eating with me?
The gazelle doesnt answer, but he thinks,

Your food is for you. It revives your strength.
But I have known a pasture by a creek
where hyacinths and anemones and sweet basil grow.
My food is there. Some destiny put me here,
but I cant forget the other. If my body
gets old and sick, still my spirit
can stay new.
The donkey seems to know what the gazelle

is thinking. Yes, anyone can brag
in a strange country. Whos to know?
The gazelle, This musk glan indentifies me,

But no one here has a nose tuned to that scent.
Donkeys like to smell donkey urine on the road,
and thats about all.
Muhammed says, True surrender is odd

in this world. Even Islamic relatives
avoid a perfect saint.
He or she may look human, but theres a lion nature

inside. If you are a cow, and you try to be friends
with such a one, youll be torn to pieces, instantly.
In fact, youll become a lion!

If youre happy being a cow, stay away.
Potiphar, the king of Egypt, in a dream once

saw with his spiritual eye seven well-nourished cows
and seven lean cows that came and ate the fat cows.
Lean cows are lions inside,

Like a True Person who can detach you completely
from the dregs of your cow-nature.
And make you so pure and spacious

that your foot touches Orions belt.
How long will I keep caw-talking like a crow?
Husam, why did you kill your rooster?
Because I began to hear

the Friends voice
inside me.
A rooster love lust, and lust again,

and instant satisfaction of lust,
that poisonous, cheap wine.
If it werent necessary for procreation, Adam
would have castrated himself in shame
over his own lechery.
Satan comes to God and says,

I need some powerful bait.
God gives him gold and silver

and herds of beautiful horses.
Bravo! says Satan but his lip drops,

and he screws up his lemon face.
God throws in the other precious metals

And the gemstones.
Oh thank you! And might there be anything else

around here that I could use?
God gives the marbled meats,

and the tasty sherbets,
and the silk robes.
But I need something that will hold and keep holding

like a rope woven of palm-fiber,
so that your holy people can show their holy strengths
by bursting something very powerful.
I want an even more cunning lure.
God brings wine and harp.

Satan smiles a crooked half-smile.
Those are not exactly what he had in mind.
Then suddenly, as though a dry path appeared

through the Red Sea, Satan saw the beauty of women,
and he began to dance. More! More!
The hazy eyes, the fascination of a soft cheek,
A cheekbone, a reddening lip, the glance
that burns a man like a cumin seed
on a hot fire-brick!
A young womans light, coquettish half-walk half-run

springs to Satans eyes like a revelation of divine glory,
and a lifting of the veil.
Some on the text, We created man and woman

in the best physical and mental proportion,
and then We reduced them to the lowest of the low.
The garden beauty, to which the angels bowed down,

after a time, was dragged by the hair
by Gabriel and led out!
Why? Why was paradise lost?

Why does a date-palm lose its leaves in autumn?
Why does every beautiful face grow in old age
wrinkled like the back of a Libyan lizard?
Why does a full head of hair get bald?
Why is the tall, straight figure
that divided the ranks like a spear
now bent almost double?
The bright-red anemone grows saffron.

Lion strength weakens to nothing.
The wrestler who could hold anyone down
is led out with two people supporting him,
their shoulders under his arms.
These are all messages from the fall.

What fault was commited?
God answers,
The crime is
that they put on borrowed robes
and pretended they were theirs.
I take the beautiful clothes back,

So that you will learn the robe
of appearance is only a loan.
The sheaf-stack belongs to God.

Human beings are gleaners.
Rays from the sun.
The earth-colored glass

makes everything seem diverse,
but that glass eventually shatters.
Your lamp was lit from another lamp.

All God wants is your gratitude for that.
Lend, is the divine command.

Make God a loan from your existence,
and see what fortunes accumulate!
Diminish a little, for your own sake,

All this eating and drinking, and watch
a new basin fill in front of you.
Then God may say, Death,

give back what you took.
But youll turn away.

You wont those things.
Sufis throw away their wanting and their objects.

They abandon pieces of clothing in the dance,
and those articles are never returned.
They are given to the singer,

or divided among the dancers.
They rise from a briny, annihilating

ocean into pure clarity.
They confront the world openly with its arrogance

and its hypocrisy. They are warriors
for non-existence.
The planter works with most joy

whose barn is completely empty,
the planter who works for that
which has not appeared.
Second by second I know youre expecting

some sure understanding, some spiritual perception,
some peace, but I am not allowed to say
more about this mystery,
or else I would create a Baghdad

in the wilds of the Georgia mountains,
and there would be no more doubting!
(Mathnawi, V, 833-973, 979-995, 1002-1025)

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What is the gazelle's experience like according to the text?

What is the gazelle's experience like according to the text?

What does the text say about a 'True Person'?

What does the text say about a 'True Person'?

A hunter captures a gazelle and puts it

The gazelle runs about wild with fear and confusion.

Whoever has been left for a time

Solomon loved the company of the hoopoe.

And what might that be? What this gazelle

The soul is that way in the body,

Once the great King Muhammed Khwarizm

They brought sacks of gld. They knew that

For three days and nights

Finally, they saw a traveler

Immediately, they recognized a True Person.

Im not supposed to be here.

They lifted him above their heads on a board

Sabzawar is this world,

yet all the king wants from Sabzawar

The Qalb, the inner heart, that space

were looking for that in the small,

One who has that love is a six-sided mirror

The gifts come through such one.

I leave this subject with you.

Wealthy people bring money.

That love is what God wants.

You might say, Lord,

Qutb, an ordinary town in Turfan

God waits for that.

The noblest native in Sabzawar might come,

Just the sight of them together,

A townsperson may behave kindly

If the saint accepts his hypocrisy,

If someones trickery seems charming to you,

Renounce sensuality, so you can sharpen

All this time, our gazelle

One donkey says sarcastically, This guy is wild!

Another, With all his ebb and flow, he must be

Another, Why cant he eat what we eat?

Another donkey gets indigestion and offers

No thank you. I am unwell too.

The donkey is offended. Dont be so aloof.

The gazelle doesnt answer, but he thinks,

The donkey seems to know what the gazelle

The gazelle, This musk glan indentifies me,

Muhammed says, True surrender is odd

He or she may look human, but theres a lion nature

In fact, youll become a lion!

Potiphar, the king of Egypt, in a dream once

Lean cows are lions inside,

And make you so pure and spacious

How long will I keep caw-talking like a crow?

Husam, why did you kill your rooster?

Because I began to hear

A rooster love lust, and lust again,

Satan comes to God and says,

God gives him gold and silver

Bravo! says Satan but his lip drops,