There was a merchant once who had a slave
As sweet as sugar-how did he behave?
He sold that girl beyond comparison-
And O, how he regretted what he'd done!
He offered her new master heaps of gold
And would have paid her price a thousandfold;
His heart-in flames, his poor head in a whirl,
He begged her owner to resell the girl.
But he was adamant and would not sell;
The merchant paced the street, his mind in hell,
And groaned: "I cannot bear this searing pain-
But anyone who gives his love for gain,
Who stitches tight the eyes of common-sense
Deserves as much for his improvidence-
To think that on that fatal market-day
I tricked myself and gave the best away."
Your breaths are jewels, each atom is a guide
To lead you to the Truth, and glorified
From head to foot with His great wealth you stand;
O, if you could entirely understand
Your absence from Him, then you would not wait
Inured by patience to your wretched fate-
God nourished you in love and holy pride,
But ignorance detains you from His side.
ATTAR
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