Chapter 10 Prophets

Al-Mustafa, Chosen and Beloved, Sun of the Age, returned to the island of his birth in the month of Tehilin, the month of remembrance. His ship gradually approached the port, he stood on the bow, the sailors gathered around him, and the joy of returning to his homeland was born in his heart. He said, with the roar of the sea in his voice: "Look! This is the island where we were born. Here, the earth throws us like a song like a riddle. Song, rise to the sky; mystery, sink to the earth." .Besides our enthusiasm, what else can spread this song and solve this riddle between heaven and earth?

"Once again the sea has given us birth by the sea, and we are but another row of its rolling waves. The sea pushes us so that we may spread her word, but without smacking our hearts on rocks and sand Crush, how can this be done? "This is the law of the sailor and the sea: If you want to be free, you must become a cloud. All invisible things are always seeking form. Even these countless stars want to become the sun and the moon. We seek hard , now back to this island, in such a frozen form. We must turn into clouds again, we must learn from the beginning. If it is not broken into passion and freedom, is there anything that can last forever and rise?

"We shall always seek the shore, where we shall sing, and there shall be heard our song. But what is the breaking of the waves, if there are no ears to hear it? It is something we cannot hear, cultivated Our deep sorrow, which shapes our hearts and gives form to our destiny." At this time, a sailor stepped forward and said: "Master, you led our thoughts back to this port. Today we are back, but you are talking about sorrow and a heart that is about to be broken." Al-Mustafa replied: "Have I not spoken of freedom at the same time, and then of the cloud, the greatest freedom? Nevertheless, I have come to worship the island of my birth with a certain pain, Like a sacrificial horror, kneeling before his slayer."

Said another sailor: "Behold! on the seawall there are many people who have foretold in silence your day, and even the hour of your arrival. They have gathered here from fields and vineyards in need of love. waiting for you." El-Mustafa looked towards the crowd in the distance, his heart was full of thoughts for them, but he remained silent. Then there was a burst of shouting from the crowd, a cry full of nostalgia and prayers. He looked at his sailors and said, "What have I brought them? I was a hunter from afar, and I aimed well and shot the golden arrows they gave me, but I found nothing. I did not seek arrows The arrows, which may now be scattered in the sun with the wings of the never-falling eagle, may have fallen into the hands of those who need them, and who will trade them for bread and wine.

"I don't know where they landed, but I know they made their arcs across the sky. "Even as it is, the hand of love rests on me. You, my sailors, you still sail the sails of my thoughts. I will not be silent. When the hand of law is at my throat I will cry out when, and I will sing when the flames come to my lips." Their hearts were troubled by the words he had spoken.One of them said, "Master, please teach us everything! Maybe we can understand what you say, because your blood flows in our veins and your fragrance breathes in our breath." He answered them, and now his voice was blowing like the wind, he said: "You brought me to the island where I was born, did you make me a teacher? I have not yet been imprisoned in the cage of wisdom, I Still young and naive, it is still difficult to talk about everything, only about myself-that is always the call of the deep to the deep.

The original text is M, which has multiple meanings such as master, master, teacher, master, and gentleman. "Let those who thirst for wisdom seek wisdom in yellow buttercups or a handful of bonnets! And I shall still be the singer, singing of the earth, of your lost dreams that linger between sleep and sleep by day dreams. And I will never stop gazing at the sea." Now that the ship was in port and on the breakwater, he set foot on his own grand island, among his friends and family again.A burst of warm shouts rose from the bottom of people's hearts, which even added to his sense of loneliness in returning to his hometown.

The people were silent, waiting for his voice.But he didn't answer them, and the melancholy of memory overwhelmed him, and he wailed in his heart: "Did I say I would sing? No, I can only open my lips and let the voice of life burst out and melt into the wind to seek Joy and support." At this point, Karima, his childhood friend with whom he had staged scenes in his mother's garden, said: "You have hidden yourself from us for twelve years. For twelve years we have been longing to hear from you." the sound of." He looked at her very tenderly, because when the white wings of the god of death took his mother away, she was the one who closed his eyes for his mother.

He replied: "Twelve years, Karima, do you mean twelve years? I have never measured my own thoughts by the pole of the turning of the stars, nor probed its depth by sound. For , Once love becomes nostalgia, the scale of space and the sound of time are powerless. "A short moment contains a long period of separation. And the separation is nothing but mental fatigue. We may not have been separated from each other." Al-Mustafa looked at the crowd, at all the old and the young, the strong and the thin, some rosy from the sun, some pale.Everyone's face is shining with longing and searching light.

One of them said: "Master, life always treats our hopes and desires bitterly. We are disturbed and cannot understand. I beg you to give us some relief and untie our sorrows." With pity in his heart, he said: "Life is older than all living things. Even beauty has wings before it comes into the world; and truth is truth before it is spoken. "Life sings in our silences, weaves dreams in our sleeps. Even when we are baffled and defeated, Life still sits on its throne. When we cry, Life smiles to the day; Life will be free while we are in chains. "We often give life a name of misery, but it is only our own suffering caused by the darkness of our souls. We often think that life is empty and useless, but it is only our souls lost in the wilderness, and our hearts too intoxicated with ourselves.

"Life is deep, sublime, and far away, but it is also close. Although you look far away, you can only see its feet sleeping. Only the breath of your breath can reach its heart; only the breath of your shadow Shadows flit across its cheeks. The echo of your slightest sob becomes spring and autumn in its breast. "When life is veiled, it is veiled and hidden, like your greatest souls. When life speaks, all winds become words; when life speaks again, the smile on your lips, The tears in the eyes, too, will become words. When it sings, the deaf can hear and be ingested. When life comes, the blind can see her and follow it with wonder."

At this point, he stopped and said nothing.The crowd was silent, and in the silence there was an unheard song that soothed their loneliness and pain. He left the people and walked along the path that led straight to his garden.The garden used to be his parents' garden, where they both and their grandparents were buried. Some still wanted to follow him, but what they saw was a returnee, alone.Because no one of his relatives is alive, and no one can hold a banquet for him to welcome him according to the custom. But the captain advised them, "Let him go alone. For his food is the food of solitude, and in his cup is the brew of memory which he would rather drink alone." The crew stopped because they knew that the situation was just as the captain said.The people gathered on the seawall also restrained their impulsive steps. Only Karima followed not far behind him, contemplating his loneliness and his memories.She was silent, then turned and went back to her home, and wept under the almond tree in the garden, though she did not know why she was weeping. El-Mustafa came, found his parents' garden, and walked over.He closed the garden gate so that no one else could come in. For forty days and nights he lived alone in this garden.No one came, or even stepped through the garden gate, because it was closed, and everyone knew that he preferred to be alone. Forty days and nights passed, and Ayl-Mustafa opened the garden gate so that people could come in. So there came nine companions with him: three sailors from his ship, three who had served in the temple, and three who had played with him in childhood.They are all his followers. One morning, his disciples sat around him.His eyes are deep and full of memories.A disciple named Hafiz said to him: "Master, please tell us about the city of Ophelia, where you spent twelve years." El-Mustafa remained silent.He turned his eyes to the mountains in the distance, to the boundless space, and there was a battle in his silence. Then he said: "My friends, my comrades! Have pity on this nation of many faiths but no religion! "Have pity on this nation that farms without weaving, eats without plowing, and drinks without brewing! "Have mercy on this nation that hails the bully as a hero, and the arrogant conqueror as a magnanimous one! "Have mercy on this nation that despises passion in sleep, and succumbs to lust in wake! "Have mercy on this nation that only shouts loudly at funerals, brags in the face of ruined walls, and only resists with a sword on its neck! "Have mercy on this nation whose politicians are foxes, philosophers are liars, and art is patchwork and conventionality! "Have mercy on this nation that welcomes their new ruler with beats, then sends him off with hisses, and then welcomes another new ruler with bells and whistles! "Have pity on this nation whose wise men are deaf and dumb due to old age, while the strong are still lying in the cradle." "Have pity on this divided and divided nation." Then, one said, "Now is the time to tell us the things that are stirring in your heart but not in your mouth." Al-Mustafa watched the speaker.His voice melted into the singing of the stars.He said: "In your waking dreams, when you are at peace, listen to the whispers of your heart. When your thoughts float lightly, like snowflakes falling from the sky, covering every sorrow in your heart. Put on pure white static clothes. "Isn't the dream of awakening the cloud that blossoms and buds on the big tree rooted in your heart? Are your thoughts not the petals that the wind of your heart blows on the hills and fields? "You look forward to safety and tranquility, Till that which is invisible in you becomes visible, Like the cloud, which gathers, which floats, Till God's blessed hand turns its gray wishes into tiny spars: the sun, the moon, and Star……" Then, half-believing Serkis said: "But, with the coming spring breeze, will the snow of our dreams and our thoughts melt away without leaving a trace?" He answered: "When spring comes and seeks its love among the sleeping groves and vineyards, the snow and ice do melt, and run into the creeks, seeking the mountain streams, that they may be the hereditary drink to the honeysuckle and laurel. By. "When your spring comes, the ice in your heart will melt, and because of this, your secret will run to the brook to find the river of life in the valley, and the river will embrace your secret and carry it to the sea. "When spring comes, all things will melt and become singing. Even the stars, the gigantic snowflakes that swirl and float over the wider fields, will melt into the singing brooks. When the face of the sun rises from the wide horizon, How can all that is coagulated and harmonized not become a flowing melody? And who among you would not be a toast to the myrtle and the laurel? "Yesterday only, you were adrift on rough seas, without a shore, and without a self. And then the wind, the breath of life, weaved you, and cast a veil of light over her face; and then her The hand has gathered you together and given you form, so that you look out into the distance. But the sea follows you, and her song will still follow you. Though you have forgotten your origins, the sea will always affirm her. Maternal love will always call you to your side. "As you wandered among mountains and deserts, you will always remember the depth of her cool heart. Though you often did not know what you longed for, you longed for her vastness and her rhythmic stillness . "Besides, what else can she do? When the rain and dew match the leaves in the mountain jungle and the garden pavilion; When the brook wraps like a silver band about the green garments of your field; when the morning dew mirrors the sky in your garden; All these times the sea is with you. She is a witness to your legacy and demands your love. "It is from you that the melted snow flows down into the sea." One morning, as they were strolling through the garden, a woman appeared outside the garden gate. She was Karima, whom El-Mustafa had loved as a sister in childhood.She stood there in silence, not knocking on the garden door, but gazing earnestly and melancholy into the garden. Al-Mustafa saw the expectation in her eyes, and hurried to the wall and opened the garden gate.She walked in and was greeted. She opened her mouth and said, "What made you leave all of us, so that we could not bask in your glory? See, we have loved you for so many years and longed for your safe return. Now people are calling for you and wanting to talk to you. I It is their messenger who has come to implore you to let them see you, to speak to them of your wisdom, to soothe our broken hearts, and enlighten our ignorance." Al-Mustafa looked at her and said, "If you don't consider all men wise, don't call me wise. I'm just an unripe fruit still hanging on the branch , until yesterday I was but a bud. "Nor should any of you be regarded as patients, for we are in fact neither wise nor fools. We are green leaves on the tree of life, and life itself is above wisdom and certainly above ignorance. "Have I ever been far from you? Don't you know that there is no distance between men except the space of the imagination over which the soul cannot leap. When the soul transcends this distance, the distance itself becomes the soul." rhythm. "The distance between you and your unfriendly neighbor is actually far greater than the distance between you and your loved ones who are thousands of miles away. "This is because there is no distance in memory, only in oblivion there is a chasm which neither your voice nor your own power can reach. "Between the shore of the sea and the top of the mountain lies a secret passage, which you must pass before you become one with the children of the earth. "Between your knowledge and your understanding there is also a secret path which you must discover before you can become one with humanity and thus with yourself. "There is a vast space between your giving right hand and your receiving left hand, and only by allowing your hands to give and receive at the same time can you take them where there is no space. For only by knowing that you both With nothing to give and nothing to take, you can conquer this space. "Indeed, the furthest road stretches between your dreams and your awakenings, between your deeds and your desires. "There is another road which you must cross before you become one with life. But of this I shall not speak now. I see that you are weary from the long journey." Then he walked forward with the woman and nine disciples until they came to the market place.He talked to people, to his friends and neighbors.Fill their hearts with joy and let joy float on their eyelids. Afterwards, he said: "You grow in your dreams, and live your richer lives in your dreams. You pass your days in gratitude for all that you have gained in the quiet nights." "You often think and talk about the night as a time of leisure, when in fact, the night is a time of seeking and striving." "Day gives you the power of knowledge, and teaches your fingers the art of receiving; night brings you to the treasury of life." "The sun teaches all things to yearn for light, but the night raises them up and brings them closer to the stars." "The quiet night weaves the wedding garments in the forest treetops and the garden flowers, and then spreads the rich feast and decorates the bridal chamber; in this atmosphere of holy silence, tomorrow is formed in the womb of time." "While awakening at dawn erases memory, the feast of dreams is always lined up, and the nuptial chamber waits forever." He paused for a moment, and the crowd was silent, waiting for him to speak, and then he spoke again: "You are spirits, though they act in bodies; It is flame. "If you were but husks, it would be meaningless for me to stand before you and speak to you, as a dead man conversing with dead men; but it is not so, for what is immortal in you, Whether it is day or night, you are free and cannot be imprisoned or bound. This is the will of the Supreme Lord. You are just like the wind, you are his breath that cannot be captured and imprisoned. I am also his breathing one breath." He walked away from them and hurried towards the garden. Serkis, the dubious one, said, "Master, what will you say about ugliness? You never speak of ugliness." Al-Mustafa answered him.His words throbbed like whips.He said, "My friend, who would pass your house without knocking, and call you indifferent to him? "How can anyone speak to you in a strange language you don't understand and think you're deaf and say you're not paying attention? "Isn't what you call ugly the very thing you never tried to attain, what you never tried to penetrate to the bottom of your heart? "If ugliness is anything at all, it is at best such things as our eye-wax and ear-wax. "My friend, call nothing ugly, for ugly is nothing but the fear of a soul before its remembrance." One day, they were sitting under the shade of the poplar tree, and one of them said, "Master, time scares me. It passes us by and takes away our youth. What will it give us as compensation?" He replied, "Grab a handful of fertile soil. Have you ever found a seed or a worm in it? If your palm is broad and held long enough, the seed may grow into a Forest, the worm may become a group of angels. Don't forget the years that turned the seeds into the forest and the worms into angels. They are just a moment, and the whole time is just a moment. "What are the seasons of the years but our shifting thoughts? Spring is the awakening in your bosom, summer is but the testimony of your fruitfulness; autumn is an old song to the babes that exist in your life A lullaby? As for winter, I ask you, what else is it but a sleep accompanied by other seasons?" At this time, the curious disciple Manus looked around him.Seeing a clump of cocoon flowers clinging to a fig tree, he said, "Look at these parasites, Master, with their sleepy eyelids drooping, stealing the light from this solid child of the sun, and from the things they cling to. sucking that rich emulsion between the branches and leaves of the main trunk. What would you say about them?" He replied: "My friend, we are all parasites. We labor hard to turn mud into throbbing life, but we are no better than those who draw life directly from mud and don't know what mud is. . "Does a mother say to her child: I'm sending you back to the forest, which is your greater mother, because you tire my heart? "Does the singer reproach his song, saying: Go at once to the echoing cave from which you came! For your voice has taken my breath away? "Shall the shepherd say to his young lambs: I have no pasture to take you to, so let you be slaughtered, an altar sacrifice. "No, my friends, all these questions have their answers before they are asked, just as your dreams are fulfilled before one sleeps. "We are interdependent by that ancient and eternal law, let us live thus The yang of love and kindness!We searched for each other in our solitude, and when we couldn't sit around the fire, we made the journey. "Friends! Brothers! The broadest way is your companions. "These flowering vines clinging to the great trees suck the milk of the earth in the tranquil night, and the earth sucks the milk of the sun in its tranquil dreams. "The sun, as is yours, mine, and all things, sits in glory at the ever-open banquet of the great King. "Manus, my friend! All things live by all things, and all things live by boundless generosity and trust, in the mercy of the Most High." One morning, when the night had not yet faded, everyone strolled in the garden together.They looked at the east, silently facing the rising sun. After a while, Al-Mustafa pointed to the sun with his finger and said: "The image of the sun in the morning dew is no less than the sun itself, and the shadow cast by life in your soul is no less than life itself. "A drop of dew reflects the sun, for the dew and the sun are the same thing; you reflect life, because you and life are the same thing. "When darkness fell upon you, you said: Darkness is the unborn dawn, and though I bear the birth of the night, the dawn will come to me as it was born on the knoll. "There is no difference between the dew that rolls on the petals of the lily at dusk, and you that gather souls in the heart of God. "If a dewdrop says: A thousand years have passed, but I am still a dewdrop! Then you say to it: Don't you know that the light of all the years shines in your circle?" One night, a storm swept the place.Al-Mustafa and his nine disciples entered the house amidst the strong wind and sat silently around the fire. After a while, a disciple said: "Master, I am lonely, and the iron hoof of time is stepping heavily on my chest." Al-Mustafa got up and stood between them, and said in a stormy voice: Alone! ?So what about loneliness?You came to this world alone, and you will disappear in the clouds alone. "Then drink your cup in silence and solitude! Autumn has given other lips other cups, filled them with bitter and sweet wine, as they once filled you wine glass. "Drink your cup alone, even if it smells of your blood and tears. Thank life for your thirst. If your heart is not thirsty, that heart will be but a barren empty shore and a dry sea, neither Songs, and no tides. "Drink from your cup alone, but pour it out with joy. "Raise the woods high above your heads, and to all who drink alone! "Once, I sought out companions and drank with them. But their wine could neither rise to my head nor water my heart, but fell to my feet. My wits were exhausted, my heart closed, and only The feet circled with them among the clouds and fog peaks. "From now on, I no longer seek companions, nor go to drink with them at their feasting table. "Therefore I say to you, so what, though time's iron hoof tramples heavily upon your breast? It is best for you to drink only from the cup of your sorrow as from your joy." cup." One day, when the Greek Feldrus walked into the garden, he tripped over a stone and was very angry.He turned around and picked up the stone, cursed in a low voice: "You dead thing blocking the way!" and threw the stone far away. Ele-Mustafa, who was chosen and loved, asked: "Why do you call you a dead thing? You have spent a long time in this garden, don't you know that there are no dead things in this garden? All things come to life in the vastness of the day and the sublime of the night. You and the stone are one and the same thing, except for the pulse. Your heart beats a little faster. Isn't it so, my friend Yes, your heart beats faster, but not as calmly as it beats. "The rhythm of the stone may be another rhythm, but I say to you: If you measure both in the depths of your mind and in the heights of the sky, you will hear the same rhythm, stones and stars together in perfect harmony." Harmonious tones sing a song together. "If my words do not make you understand, leave it for the next dawn! If you curse a stone because you stumbled over it in blind neglect, then when your head touches the stars in the sky and you will curse it too. But some day you will gather stones and stars like a child picking lilies of the valley, and you will know that all things are alive and fragrant." On the first day of the week, when the bells of the temple rang to their ears, one of them said: "Master, we hear a lot of talk about God here. What do you say about God, what is God like?" Who is it?" Al-Mustafa stood before the crowd, like a vigorous tree defying the storm, and he replied: "Dear friends! Now please imagine, imagine a tree that contains all your hearts." A heart that contains all your loves, a soul that fills all your souls, a voice that contains all your voices, a silence deeper and more infinite than all your silences. "After that, please try to comprehend, comprehend a beauty that is more charming than all other beauties, a song that is deeper and wider than the sea and forest, a solemnity that holds a scepter and stands high on the throne; In front of this majestic throne, Sirius is but a footstep, and the Big Dipper is just a few gleaming dewdrops on the scepter. For food and shelter, raiment and sceptre, which you have always sought, seek now the One, which is neither the place of your arrows nor your cavern to shelter from. "If my word is a rock and a riddle, seek it with all your might, until your hearts are opened, and your questions and perplexities will lead you to the love and wisdom of the Supreme, the Supreme who are called God." People are silent, their hearts are stirring and they are deeply confused.Ayler-Mustapha suddenly felt compassion.He looked at them benevolently and said, "Don't talk about the Shang Dynasty now." God, speak no more of the Highest One, but let me speak of the gods from among your neighbors and your brothers, the elements of nature that swim by your houses and in your fields! You are all willing to ascend to the clouds with fantasy, thinking that is the highest place; you are all willing to cross the vast sea, thinking that is the farthest place.But, I tell you, when you sow a seed in the earth, you reach higher heights; when you exclaim to your neighbor the beauty of the morning light, you cross wider oceans. "You have always sung about God, the infinite God, but you have not actually heard the song. If only you had heard the birds singing and the rustling of the leaves as they were blown away by the wind, do not forget , my friends, the leaves sing only when they are free from their boughs! "I repeat my admonition to you: don't talk lightly about God, He is everything to you. Better talk and understand each other, neighbor to neighbor, one god to another. "If the female bird flies high into the sky, how can the young birds in the nest feed? If the bees do not pollinate the autumn peonies, how will the autumn peonies in the field complete their flowering period? "It is only when you are lost in your I, that you seek the heaven you call God. May you strive to find the way to your greater self, may you be less lazy, Pave the road of Tongheng with hard work. "My sailors! Friends! It would be wise to talk less of a God we cannot understand and more of each other we can understand. Nevertheless, I want you to understand that we are the breath of God and Fragrance, we are God - in the leaves, in the flowers, and in the fruit." One morning, when the sun had risen high, a disciple, one of his three childhood playmates, approached him and said, "Master, my clothes are torn and I have nothing else to wear, please let me I'll leave for a while and go to the market to bargain and maybe get a new dress." Al-Mustafa looked at the young man and said, "Give me your clothes." So the young man did so and stood naked in the sun. Al-Mustafa spoke, his voice like a colt galloping down the road: "Only the naked can live in the sun; only the unadorned can ride the wind; only Only those who have lost themselves thousands of times can return to their hometown. "Angels are weary of the wise. Just yesterday an angel said to me: We have made hell for those who are brilliant. There is nothing but fire that can take away a shining appearance, and turn a What about melting and revealing its essence? "I said: But when you build hell, you also build the devils who run hell. And the angel replied: No, hell is run by those who have nothing to do with fire. "Wise angel, she knows how to divide men and demi-humans. She is one of the seraphs who descended to the earth to help the prophets when they were tempted by wisdom. No doubt, when the prophets laughed She laughs when the prophets cry, and she weeps when the Prophets cry. "My friends and sailors, only the naked can live in the sun; only the helmsman without a rudder can ride the waves of the wider sea; only the heart that is dark with the night can awaken with the dawn; Those who sleep with the rhizome under the snow can catch up with the spring. "This is because you are like rhizomes, yes, as simple as rhizomes, but you have the wisdom of the earth. You are silent, but in your unbroken branches lies the quartet of spring. "You are weak and shapeless, but you are the beginning of the towering oak and the precursor of the great willow. "Again I tell you, you are but rhizomes between the heavy earth and the moving sky. I have often seen you soaring to dance with the sun, but I have also seen your shyness. All rhizomes are shy Bright, they hid their hearts for so long that they didn't know what to make that heart do. "But May is coming, and May is the restless virgin who will watch the mountains and the plains like a mother." A disciple who once served in the temple said humbly: "Please teach us, master! Let our words be like your words, and become a hymn to people, and the fragrance will be lingering." Al-Mustafa replied: "You will go beyond your words, but the path you walk will always be music and fragrance: a music to the loved and the loved, to those who yearn for life in the garden It is fragrant. Fat yes, you will rise above your words to a starry peak, and you will stretch out your hands until they are full; then you will lie down, like plumed white birds that sleep in their white nests .You will dream of your tomorrow as the white violet dreams of spring. "Yes, you too will sink, and you will dive into the deepest places of your words. You will seek the source of the lost streams, and you will be hidden caves, echoing with the soft voices of deep valleys that you cannot hear now. echo. "Yes, you shall go farther than your words, yes, deeper than all voices, and descend to the heart of the earth. There you shall be alone with him who also walks the galaxy." After a while, a disciple asked him, "Master, please tell us about existence. What is existence?" Al-Mustafa looked at him lovingly and for a long time, stood up, took a few steps, then turned back, and said: In this garden, my parents are buried forever, they were buried by the hands of living people bury.In this garden are also buried the seeds of yesterday, which were brought here on the wings of the wind.My father and mother will be buried here a thousand times, and the seeds will be buried a thousand times by the wind.A thousand years from now, you, me and these flowers will come to this garden together, just like now.We will exist, loving life; we will exist, dreaming of the universe; we will exist, soaring toward the sun. "But today, to exist is to be wise, not to treat fools as duplicity; to be strong, not to bully the weak; as eager to learn a child's game as a companion. "To exist is to be simple and natural, to be kind to the aged and elders, to sit with them in the shadow of the old oak, though you are still in step with the spring. "To exist is to seek out a poet, even if he lives far beyond the seven rivers. Be at peace before him, wish for nothing, doubt nothing, and keep no doubts on your lips. "To exist is to recognize that the saint and the criminal are twin brothers whose father is our merciful king, and that the one was born only a moment before the other, so that we recognize the former as the crowned prince. "To exist is to follow beauty, even if she leads you to the edge of a precipice; though she has wings and you have no wings, though she is about to cross the abyss, follow her, for where there is no beauty, there is nothing . "To be is to be a garden without walls, a vineyard without guards, a treasury open to all who pass by. "To exist is to be the robbed, the deceived, the deceived, oh, the led astray, the snared and ridiculed. Yet you go through all this from the height of your Big Self and Smile, you know that spring will come to your garden, dancing among the leaves, and autumn will ripen your grapes; Those who are called criminals, thieves, and liars are really your brothers. You, in the eyes of the fortunate inhabitants of the invisible city above this city, may be just such people. "Now, I also tell you - people with creative arms who can find everything we need to comfortably pass day and night: "To exist is to be a weaver with skillful hands, an architect deep in light and space, a farmer who feels that he has buried a treasure every time he sows a seed, a pity for fish and birds and beasts but more pity Fisherman and hunter of the hungry and the poor. "And above all this I say this: I wish each of you and each of your partners, whoever they may be, to be partners with others in achieving their goals, so that you may achieve your own good wishes. "My companions, dear ones! Be brave, not shrinking; be open-minded, not narrow-minded. When the last hour of mine and yours comes, it will be the time when your greater selves will be fulfilled. " Al-Mustafa stopped talking, and waves of worry flooded the faces of the nine disciples, and their hearts turned away from him, because they failed to comprehend all he had said. See, those three sailors began to think of the sea; those three who served in the temple longed for the comfort of the sanctuary;They couldn't hear his words, so that the voice turned back to him, like a tired bird without a nest, looking for a shelter. El-Mustafa walked in the garden, keeping a distance from them.He was silent and ignored them. They began to discuss, trying to find out the reasons for their eagerness to leave. Look, they're gone, going to different places.Thus, Al-Mustafa, chosen and loved, was left alone. The night fell and the night was dark.He strolled to his mother's grave and sat under a tall cedar tree.At this moment, a strong light flashed across the sky, illuminating the garden like a shining pearl on the breast of the earth. Al-Mustafa cried out loudly from the depths of his lonely soul: he sighed: "My soul is burdened with ripe fruit, who will pick it? Who will share it joyfully? Will there not be a kind and generous host who breaks his fast with the first generous gift I offer to the sun to relieve me? A burden of abundance? "My soul overflows with the old wine, and is there not one thirsty to drink? "Behold, there is a man standing at a crossroads. He stretches out his jeweled hands to passers-by, calling to passers-by: Have mercy on me! Please take these things away! For God's sake, take them from my hands." Go, comfort me! "But the passers-by just looked at him, and no one took the jewels in his hand. "May he be a beggar who stretches out his hand! Yes, tremblingly stretches out his hand" "Behold, there is also a noble prince who is erecting a tent of silk between the mountains and the desert, and he orders his servants to light the bearded fire as a guidepost for the stranger and the lost. He also sends his servants to watch at the On the side of the road, waiting for the arrival of guests. However, the road in the desert was desolate and deserted, and they did not see a single person. "Would that the prince was a rootless common man seeking food and lodging; wished he were a vagabond who had nothing but a cane and a crutch, so that he might pass at night with vagabonds like himself and A poet with nowhere to go, who would share his abject poverty, memories and dreams. "Behold! the king's daughter is waking up from her sleep; she is clothed in silk and pearls and jewels, and her hair is perfumed with perfume, and her fingers are anointed with glass, and then she goes downstairs to her garden, where the night dew drenches Wet her golden shoes. "Quiet night, the king's daughter is looking for her love in the garden, but there is no one who loves her in the huge kingdom of her father. "She would rather be a farmer's daughter, grazing sheep in the field, returning to her father's farmhouse at dusk, with dust on her ankles from the winding road, and the fragrance of the vineyards in her clothes. The night is quiet, and the night watch angels fly over In the world, she stepped lightly and ran secretly to the valley. There, her lover was waiting for her. "She would rather be a nun in a monastery. Her heart burns like sandalwood, rising slowly with the wind. Her soul burns like a melting candle, and its flame carries devout followers and lovers. And the beloved ascend to a greater light. "She would rather be an old lady, sitting in the sun, remembering the people with whom she shared her youth." As the night deepened, the soul of Ayler-Mustafa became more and more hidden in the darkness.His soul was like a thick fog.He shouted again: My soul is laden with its ripe fruit, My soul is laden with its fruits. Now, who is coming to enjoy and feast on it? My soul is filled with the scent of clear wine, Now, who comes to get a drink to cool off the desert heat? If only I were a poor tree that neither blossoms nor bears fruit, For abundance suffers more than poverty! The pain of a rich man who cannot find someone to give to is far greater than the sorrow of a seeker who cannot find a donor! Wish I were a dry well, People throw stones into the well; Because it's better than me being a living fountain and people pass by with no one to drink from. This cloth well may be more useful than a living spring that everyone passes by and ignores. Wish I were a trampled reed, It's better than a lyre with silver strings too— Its master, without playing fingers, And the owner's children are all deaf! Seven days and seven nights passed, during which no one came near the garden.Al-Mustafa lived alone with his own memories and pain, for even those who had listened to him with love and patience left him to seek life elsewhere. Only Karima has been here, and her face is silent, as if covered with a veil.She held a cup and plate in her hand, which contained drinks and meat to comfort loneliness and hunger.After she placed these things in front of him, she left. Al-Mustafa came again to be with the poplars in the garden.He sat down and stared at the road.After a while, he seemed to see a cloud of smoke rising from the road, moving towards him.From the smoke emerged the nine disciples, led by Karima. Al-Mustafa stepped forward to meet them on the road.The nine disciples and Karima entered the garden gate, all in good health, as if they had left only an hour ago. They came in and had a frugal meal with him.Karima put the bread and fish on the table, and poured what little wine was left into her glass.As she poured the wine, she begged Al-Mustafa, "Let me go, please, and allow me to go to the city to fetch some more wine to fill your glasses, because the wine here has run out." He looked at her, and a journey and a distant country flashed before his eyes.He said, "No need, this wine is enough for this moment." Everyone ate and drank, very satisfied.After the meal, Al-Mustafa spoke in a sonorous voice, his voice was as deep as the sea, and as full as a tidal wave under the moonlight.He said: "My comrades, my fellow travelers, we must part today. For a long time, we have sailed on difficult seas, we have climbed the steepest mountains, we have fought countless storms. We We've tasted hunger, but we've tasted wedding feasts too. We've been naked, but we've been kings. We've traveled a long way, but now we're parting. You'll go together Your way, but I have to walk my own way alone. "Although sea and wilderness separate us, we will remain companions on the journey to the holy mountain. "However, before we each embark on a grand journey, I would like to give you the harvest and sporadic experience in my heart, and I would like to give you the fruits of my heart. "Start your journey in singing, but let each song be short and concise, because singing can only stay in people's hearts if it dies on your lips early. "Speak a beautiful truth with few words, but never an ugly truth with any ugly words. Tell the maiden whose hair shines in the sun that she is the daughter of the dawn. But if you see a blind man, Never say that he is a member of the night. "To hear the flute-player is like listening to April; but to hear the critic and the fault-finder speak, be as hard-boned, deaf as you are, and let your fancy run free. "My companions, dear ones, in your travels you will meet ones with back feet, so send your wings to them. You will meet ones with horns, the new Give them laurel wreaths. If you meet someone with sharp claws, cover their bellies with petals; When you meet a snake-like tongue, spread honey on their language. "Yes, you're going to meet all these people, and more. You're going to meet g The broken man who sells walking sticks, the blind man who sells mirrors.You will meet a political rich man begging in front of the temple. "Give your dexterity to the broken; give your sight to the blind; and give yourselves to the rich begging; they are the ones who need alms most, and though they were once rich, today only the very It is only the poor hand that reaches out and begs for alms. "My companions! Friends! In the name of the love between us I warn you: Make the innumerable paths that criss-cross each other in the desert! Where the lion walks with the rabbit, and the wolf walks with the sheep. "Remember these words of mine! What I teach you is not to give, but to receive; not to refuse, but to fulfill; not to submit, but to understand with a smile on your lips. "I teach you not silence, but a song without noise. "What I teach you is the big self that embraces all human beings." He got up from the table and walked straight into the garden, under the shadow of the cypresses, when it was getting dusk.They followed not far behind, heavyhearted and silent. Only Karima, after clearing away the leftovers from the table, approached him and said, "Master, please allow me to prepare food for your journey tomorrow." Al-Mustafa looked at her, but with eyes that seemed to be on another world, and said, "My sister! My darling! The food is ready at the beginning of time. Tomorrow's food is as we were yesterday Like today's food, it's all ready. "I go, but if I bring with me an unspoken truth, that truth will seek me again, gather me. Even if the elements of my body are scattered in eternal silence, I will come again Beside you. In this boundless silence, I will speak to you with a voice regenerated from my heart. "What beauty is there in the bog that I have not revealed to you, that it will again call my name, yes, that of Ayl... Mustafa. I will give you a sign, so you will know that I have returned, Speak to you all that you need. For God will not allow myself to be hidden in human beings, nor will my own words be buried in the abyss of human hearts. "I will live beyond death and will sing in your ears. Even when the rough sea waves Send me back to the wider sea! I will sit on your decks in an invisible body, I will go to the fields with you in my invisible soul, I shall come to your fireside as an invisible guest, All death can change is the mask that covers our faces, A logger remains a logger, The tiller remains the tiller, He who sings to the wind will also sing to the turning planet. " His disciples were as silent as stone, and their hearts were grieved because he had said "I will go".But none of them reached out to hold him back, nor did anyone follow in his footsteps. Al-Mustafa came out of his mother's garden, his steps were light and soundless, and in a moment he was gone like a leaf in a strong wind.They looked into the distance, as if seeing a ray of dim white light ascending into the infinity. The nine disciples all chose their way and left, only the woman of Karima stood alone in the fading twilight.She watched how light and twilight merged into one.She comforted her loneliness and loneliness with the words of El Mustafa: "I have gone, but if what I bring with me is an unspoken truth, then this truth will seek and gather me again. I will come back to you again." dusk. He has reached the valley.The steps took him into the clouds.He stands among the rocks and green pines and cypresses, hidden from all things.He opened his mouth and said: "O cloud, my sister! You are the white breath, Not yet bound by form. I return to you, this white silent breath, It is a word that has not yet been spoken. "O cloud, my winged sister! We are together now, We will be together until the day of rebirth, At dawn you will be dewdrops in the garden, And I am a baby in a woman's arms, At that time, we will recall our past together. "O cloud, my sister! I have returned, a heart that listens to the voice of the heart, like your heart; A throbbing aimless desire, like yours; A mind not yet gathered, like your mind. "O Cloud, my sister! Firstborn of my mother! My hands still hold the seed you told me to sow, My lips are still sealed with the song you want me to sing, I did not bring you back fruit nor echo of song, For my hands are blind and my lips are closed. "O cloud, my sister! I love the world, and the world loves me, For all my smiles are on her lips, and all her tears are in my eyes. But there remained a silent gulf between me and her. She doesn't want to cross it, and neither can I. O cloud, my sister!My immortal cloud sisters! I sang old songs to children, They had listened with wonder. But tomorrow they may forget the song, I don't know where the wind will take this song, Although this old song is not mine alone, it has entered my heart, It also stayed on my lips for a moment. "O cloud, my sister! Though all this is gone, my heart is still at peace. It is enough for me to sing songs for those who have been born, Even though the song does not belong to me, what it sings is the desire in my heart. "O Cloud! My sister! My sister of Cloud! I have reunited with you. I am no longer a self, the walls have fallen, the chains have been broken, and I have flown to you as Cloud! We shall be together Swim in the sea until the day of resurrection comes, when the end of the morning sends you as dew on the garden and me as a baby in the arms of a woman."