From 'FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.'
QUOTH One: Sir, solve a scruple! No true sage I hear of, but instructs his scholar thus: "Wouldst thou be wise? Then mortify thyself! Baulk of its craving every bestial sense! Say, 'If I relish melons-so do swine! Horse, ass, and mule consume their provender Nor leave a pea-pod: fasting feeds the soul.’’ Thus they admonish; while thyself, I note, Eatest thy ration with an appetite,
Nor fallest foul of whoso licks his lips
And sighs "Well-saffroned was that barley-soup!" Can wisdom coexist with-gorge-and-swill
I say not simply sensual preference For this or that fantastic meat and drink? Moreover, wind blows sharper than its wont This morning, and thou hast already donned Thy sheepskin over-garment: sure the sage Is busied with conceits that soar above A petty change of season and its chance Of causing ordinary flesh to sneeze? I always thought, Sir'-
'Son,' Ferishtah said, 'Truth ought to seem as never thought before. How if I give it birth in parable?
A neighbour owns two camels, beasts of price And promise, destined each to go, next week,
Swiftly and surely with his merchandise From Nishapur to Sebzevah, no truce
To tramp, but travel, spite of sands and drouth, In days so many, lest they miss the Fair. Each falls to meditation o'er his crib Piled high with provender before the start. Quoth this. "My soul is set on winning praise From goodman lord and master-hump to hoof, I dedicate me to his service.
Grass, purslane, lupines, and I know not what, Crammed in my manger? Ha, I see, I see! No, master, spare thy money! I shall trudge The distance and yet cost thee not a doit Beyond my supper on this mouldy bran.” "Be magnified, O master, for the meal So opportunely liberal!" quoth that.
"What use of strength in me but to surmount
Sands and simooms, and bend beneath thy bales No knee until I reach the glad bazaar? Thus I do justice to thy fare: no sprig
Of toothsome chervil must I leave unchewed! Too bitterly should I reproach myself Did I sink down in sight of Sebzevah,
Remembering how the merest mouthful more Had heartened me to manage yet a mile!" And so it proved: the too-abstemious brute
Midway broke down, his pack rejoiced the thieves, His carcass fed the vultures; not so he
The wisely thankful, who, good market-drudge, Let down his lading in the market-place, No damage to a single pack. Which beast, Think ye, had praise and patting and a brand Of good-and-faithful-servant fixed on flank? So with thy squeamish scruple-what imports Fasting or feasting? Do thy day's work, dare
Refuse no help thereto, since help refused
Is hindrance sought and found. Win but the raceWho shall object " He tossed three wine-cups off, And, just at starting, Lilith kissed his lips?"
'More soberly, consider this, my Son! Put case I never have myself enjoyed, Known by experience what enjoyment means, How shall I share enjoyment?-no, indeed!- Supply it to my fellows,-ignorant,
As so I should be of the thing they crave, How it affects them, works for good or ill. Style my enjoyment self-indulgence-sin- Why should I labour to infect my kind With sin's occasion, bid them too enjoy, Who else might neither catch nor give again Joy's plague, but live in righteous misery? Just as I cannot, till myself convinced, Impart conviction, so, to deal forth joy Adroitly, needs must I know joy myself. Renounce joy for my fellows' sake? That's joy Beyond joy; but renounced for mine, not theirs? Why, the physician called to help the sick. Cries "Let me, first of all, discard my health!" No, Son: the richness hearted in such joy Is in the knowing what are gifts we give, Not in a vain endeavour not to know! Therefore, desire joy and thank God for it! The Adversary said-a Jew reports-
In Persian phrase, "Does Job fear God for nought?" 90 Job's creatureship is not abjured, thou fool!
He nowise isolates himself and plays
The independent equal, owns no more
Than himself gave himself, so why thank God?
Nor bid me help thee; bear, as best flesh may, Pains I inflict not nor avail to cure;
Beg of me nothing thou mayst win thyself By work, or waive with magnanimity,
Since we are peers acknowledged-scarcely peers Had I implanted any want of thine
Only my power could meet and gratify." No: rather hear, at man's indifference, "Wherefore did I contrive for thee that ear Hungry for music, and direct thine eye To where I hold a seven-stringed instrument, Unless I meant thee to beseech me play?""
IT once might have been, once only: We lodged in a street together, You, a sparrow on the housetop lonely, I, a lone she-bird of his feather.
Your trade was with sticks and clay,
You thumbed, thrust, patted, and polished,
Then laughed, 'They will see, some day, Smith made, and Gibson demolished.'
My business was song, song, song;
I chirped, cheeped, trilled, and twittered, 'Kate Brown's on the boards ere long, And Grisi's existence imbittered!'
I earned no more by a warble Than you by a sketch in plaster;
You wanted a piece of marble,
I needed a music-master.
We studied hard in our styles,
Chipped each at a crust like Hindoos, For air, looked out on the tiles,
For fun, watched each other's windows.
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