Month: March 2019
The hoopoe answers the parrot
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The hoopoe said: ‘You are a cringing slave–
This is not noble, generous or brave,
To think your being has no other end
Than finding water and a loyal friend.
Think well – what is it that you hope to gain?
Your coat is beautiful, but where’s your brain?
Act as a lover and renounce your soul;
With love’s defiance seek the lover’s goal.
The parrot’s excuse
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The pretty parrot was the next to speak,
Clothed all in green, with sugar in her beak,
And round her neck a circle of pure gold.
Even the falcon cannot boast so bold
A loveliness – earth’s variegated green
Is but the image of her feathers’ sheen
And when she talks the fascinating sound
Seems sweet as costly sugar finely ground;
She trilled: ‘I have been caged by heartless men,
But my desire is to be free again;
If I could reassert my liberty
I’d find the stream of immortality
Guarded by Khezr – his cloak is green like mine,
And this shared colour is an open sign
I am his equal or equivalent.
Only the stream Khezr watches could content
My thirsting soul – I have no wish to seek
This Simorgh’s throne of which you love to speak.’
The story of a dervish and a princess
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There was a king whose comely daughter’s grace
Was such that any man who glimpsed her face
Declared himself in love. Like starless dusk
Her dark hair hung, soft-scented like fine musk;
The charm of her slow, humid eyes awoke
The depths of sleeping love, and when she spoke,
No sugar was as sweet as her lips’ sweet;
No rubies with their colour could compete.
A dervish saw her, by the will of Fate.
From his arrested hand the crust he ate
Dropped unregarded, and the princess smiled.
This glance lived in his heart – the man grew wild
With ardent love, with restless misery;
For seven years he wept continually
And was content to live alone and wait,
Abject, among stray dogs, outside her gate.
At last, affronted by this fool and tired
Of his despair, her serving-men conspired
To murder him. The princess heard their plan,
Which she divulged to him. “O wretched man,”
She said, “how could you hope for love between
A dervish and the daughter of a queen?
You cannot live outside my palace door;
Be off with you and haunt these streets no more.
If you are here tomorrow you will die!”
The dervish answered her:
“That day when I First saw your beauty I despaired of life;
Why should I fear the hired assassin’s knife?
A hundred thousand men adore your face;
No power on earth could make me leave this place.
But since your servants want to murder me,
Explain the meaning of this mystery:
Why did you smile at me that day?”
“Poor fool,
I smiled from pity, almost ridicule –
‘Your ignorance provoked that smile.” She spoke,
And vanished like a wisp of strengthless smoke.’
The hoopoe answers the nightingale
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The hoopoe answered him:
‘Dear nightingale,
This superficial love which makes you quail
Is only for the outward show of things.
Renounce delusion and prepare your wings
For our great quest; sharp thorns defend the rose
And beauty such as hers too quickly goes.
True love will see such empty transience
For what it is – a fleeting turbulence
That fills your sleepless nights with grief and blame –
Forget the rose’s blush and blush for shame!
Each spring she laughs,
not for you, as you say,
But at you – and has faded in a day.
I’m not saying this right
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