Salaman and Absal and The Kashf al-mahjub: The Oldest Persian Treatise on Sufiism

A Shah there was who ruled the Realm of Yún, And wore the Ring of Empire of Sikander; And in his Reign A Sage, who had the Tower Of Wisdom of so strong Foundation built That Wise Men from all Quarters of the World To catch the Word of Wisdom from his Lip Went in a Girdle round him.—Which The Shah Observing, took him to his Secresy; Stirr’d not a Step nor set Design afoot Without that Sage's sanction; till, so counsel’d, From Káf to Káf reach’d his Dominion: No Nation of the World or Nation's Chief Who wore the Ring but under span of his Bow’d down the Neck; then rising up in Peace Under his Justice grew, and knew no Wrong, And in their Strength was his Dominion Strong.

The Shah that has not Wisdom in Himself, Nor has a Wise Man for his Counsellor, The Wand of his ity falls short, And his Dominion crumbles at the Base. For he, discerning not the Characters Of Tyranny and Justice, confounds both, Making the World a Desert, and the Fount Of Justice a Seráb. Well was is said, "Better just Káfir than Believing Tyrant."

God said to the Prophet David,— "David, speak, and to the Challenge "Answer of the Faith within Thee. a Even Unbelieving Princes, "Ill-reported if Unworthy, "Yet, if They be Just and Righteous, "Were their Worship of The Fire— "Even These unto Themselves "Reap glory and redress the World." One Night The Shah of Yúnan, as his wont, Consider’d of his Power, and told his State, How great it was, and how about him sat The Robe of Honour of Prosperity; Then found he nothing wanted to his Heart, Unless a Son, who his Dominion And Glory might inherit after him. And then he turn’d him to The Shah, and said; "Oh Thou, whose Wisdom is the Rule of Kings— "(Glory to God who gave it!)—answer me; "Is any Blessing better than a Son? "Man's prime Desire; by which his Name and He "Shall live beyond Himself; by whom his Eyes "Shine living, and his Dust with Roses blows; "A Foot for Thee to stand on, he shall be "A Hand to stop thy Falling; in his Youth "Thou shalt be Young, and in his Strength be Strong; "Sharp shall he be in Battle as a Sword, "A Cloud of Arrows on the Enemy's Head; "His Voice shall cheer his Friends to "Plight, "And turn the Foeman's Glory into Flight."

Thus much of a Good Son, whose wholesome Growth Approves the Root he grew from; but for one Kneaded of Evil—Well, could one undo His Generation, and as early pull Hint and his Vices from the String of Time. Like Noah's, puff’d with Ignorance and Pride, Who felt the Stab of "He is none of Thine!" And perish’d in the Deluge. And because All are not Good, be slow to pray for One, Whom having you may have to pray to lose.

Crazy for the Curse of Children, Ran before the Sheikh a Fellow, Crying out, "Oh hear and help me! "Pray to Allah from my Clay "To raise me up a fresh young Cypress, "Who my Childless Eyes may lighten "With the Beauty of his Presence." Said the Sheikh, "Be wise, and leave it "Wholly in the Hand of Allah, "Who, whatever we are after, "Understands our Business best." But the Man persisted, saying, "Sheikh, I languish in my Longing; "Help, and set my Prayer a-going!" Then the Sheikh held up his Hand— Pray’d—his Arrow flew to Heaven— From the Hunting-ground of Darkness Down a musky Fawn of China Brought—a Boy—who, when the Tender Shoot of Passion in him planted Found sufficient Soil and Sap, Took to Drinking with his Fellows; From a Corner of the House-top Ill affronts a Neighbour's Wife, Draws his Dagger on the Husband, Who complains before the Justice, And the Father has to pay. Day and Night the Youngster's Doings Such—the Talk of all the City; Nor Entreaty, Threat, or Counsel Held him; till the Desperate Father Once more to the Sheikh a-running, Catches at his Garment, crying— "Sheikh, my only Hope and Helper! "One more Prayer! that God who laid "Will take that Trouble from my Head!" But the Sheikh replied: "Remember "How that very Day I warn’d you "Better not importune Allah; "Unto whom remains no other "Prayer, unless to pray for Pardon. "When from this World we are summon’d "On to bind the pack of Travel "Son or Daughter ill shall help us; "Slaves we are, and unencumber’d "Best may do the Master's mind; "And, whatever he may order, "Do it with a Will Resign’d."