THE SHEIKH WHO PLAYED WITH CHILDREN

A certain young man was asking around
"I need to find a wise person. I have a problem."

A bystander said, "There's no one with intelligence
in our town except that man over there
playing with the children,
the one riding the stick-horse.
He has keen, fiery insight and vast dignity
like the night sky, but he conceals it
in the madness of child's play."

The young seeker approached the children, "Dear father,
you who have become as a child, tell me a secret."

"Go away. This is not a day
for secrets."
"But please! Ride your horse this way,
just for a minute."
The sheikh play-galloped over.
"speak quickly. I can't hold this one still for long.
Whoops. Don't let him kick you.
This is a wild one!"
The young man felt he couldn't ask his serious question
in the crazy atmosphere, so he joked
"I need to get married.
Is there someone suitable on this street?"

"There are three kinds of women in the world.
Two are griefs, and one is a treasure in the world.
The first, when you marry her, is all yours.
The second is half-yours, and the third
is not yours at all.
Now get out of here,
Before this horse kicks you in the head! Easy now!"

The sheikh rode off among the children.
The young man shouted,"Tell me more about the kinds of
women!"

The sheikh, on his cane horsey, came closer,
"The virgin of your first love is all yours.
She will make you feel happy and free.A childless
widow is the second, she will be half your.The third,
who is nothing to you, is a married woman with a child.
By her first husband she had a child, and all her love
goes into that child. She will have no connection with you.
Now watch out.
Back away.
I'm going to turn this rascal around!"
He gave a loud whoop and rode back,
calling the children around him.
"One more question, Master!"
The sheikh circled,
"What is it? Quickly! That rider over there needs me.
I think I'm in love"
"What is this playing that you do?
Why do you hide your intelligence so?"
"The people here
want to put me in charge. They want me to be
judge, magistrate, and interpreter of all the texts.
The knowing I have doesn't want that. It want to enjoy
itself. I am a plantation of sugarcane, and at
the same time I'm eating the sweetness."
Knowledge that is acquired
is not like this. Those who have it worry if
audiences like it or not.
It's a bait for popularity.
Disputations knowing wants customers.
It has no soul.
Robust and energetic
before a responsive crowd, it slumps when no one is
there. The only real customer is God.
Chew quietly
your sweet sugarcane God-love, and stay
playfully childish.
Your face
will turn rosy with illumination
like the red bud flowers.

Lets the lover be disgraceful, crazy,
absent minded.Someone sober
will worry about things going badly.
Let the lover be.

All day and night, music,
a quiet, bright
reed song, if it
fades, we fade.

REFERENCE:THE ESSENTIAL RUMI
BY COLEMAN BARKS WITH JOHN MOYNE