A slaves freedom By Farid ud-Din Attar (1120? - 1220?) English version by Afkham Darbandi and Dick Davis Loghman of Sarrakhs cried: Dear God, behold Your faithful servant, poor, bewildered, old-- An old slave is permitted to go free; Ive spent my life in patient loyalty, Im bent with grief, my black hairs turned to snow; Grant manumission, Lord, and let me go. A voice replied: When you have gained release from mind and thought, your slavery will cease; You will be free when these two disappear. He said: Lord, it is You whom I revere; What are the mind and all its ways to me? And left them there and then -- in ecstasy He danced and clapped his hands and boldly cried: Who am I now? The slave I was has died; Whats freedom, servitude, and where are they? Both happiness and grief have fled away; I neither own nor lack all qualities; My blindness looks on secret mysteries -- I know not whether You are I, I You; I lose myself in You, there is no two.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Jun 2014 17:19:18 +0000
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