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Jami - SALÁMÁN AND ABSÁL – from Part II

Identifier

015152

Type of Spiritual Experience

Background

A description of the experience

Jami - SALÁMÁN AND ABSÁL – from Part II

And yet how long, Jámi, in this Old House
Stringing thy Pearls upon a Harp of Song?
Year after Year striking up some new Song,
The Breath of some Old Story? Life is gone,
And yet the Song is not the Last; my Soul
Is spent — and still a Story to be told!
And I, whose Back is crookéd as the Harp
I still keep tuning through the Night till Day!
That Harp untun’d by Time — the Har­per’s hand
Shaking with Age — how shall the Har­per’s hand
Repair its cunning, and the sweet old Harp
Be modulated as of old? Methinks
‘Tis time to break and cast it in the Fire;
Yea, sweet the Harp that can be sweet no more,
To cast it in the Fire — the vain old Harp
That can no more sound Sweetness to the Ear,
But burn’d may breathe sweet Attar to the Soul,
And comfort so the Faith and Intellect,
Now that the Body looks to Dissolution.
My Teeth fall out — my two Eyes see no more
Till by Feringhi Glasses turn’d to Four;
Pain sits with me sitting behind my knees,
From which I hardly rise unhelpt of hand;
I bow down to my Root, and like a Child
Yearn, as is likely, to my Mother Earth,
With whom I soon shall cease to moan and weep,
And on my Mother’s Bosom fall asleep.

The House in Ruin, and its Music heard
No more within, nor at the Door of Speech,
Better in Silence and Oblivion
To fold me Head and Foot, remembering
What that BELOVED to the Master whispered —
“No longer think of Rhyme, but think of ME!” —
Of WHOM? — of HIM whose Palace THE SOUL IS,
And Treasure-House — who notices and knows
Its Income and Out-going, and then comes
To fill it when the Stranger is departed.
Whose Shadow being KINGS  — whose Attributes
The Type of Theirs — their Wrath and Favour His
Lo! in the Celebration of His Glory
The KING Himself come on me unaware,
And suddenly arrests me for his own.
Wherefore once more I take — best quitted else
The Field of Verse, to chaunt that double Praise,
And in that Memory refresh my Soul
Until I grasp the Skirt of Living Presence.

The source of the experience

Jami.

Concepts, symbols and science items

Concepts

Fire
Higher spirit

Science Items

Activities and commonsteps

Activities

Commonsteps

References