Chapter 2 the arrival of the ship

Ele-Mustafa, the Chosen and Beloved, the Dawn of the Age, had waited twelve years in Orphalias for his ship to come and welcome him back to the island of his birth. In the twelfth year, on the seventh day of the month of "Yilu", he climbed to the hill without walls and looked out at the sea; he saw his ship coming through the mist. His heart suddenly opened up, and his joy crossed the sea and overflowed into the distance.He closed his eyes lightly and prayed in the silence of his soul. When he stepped down the hill, there was a burst of sadness.He meditated in his heart: How can I say goodbye without worry and peace?No, I couldn't leave the city without being traumatized.

How many long days of agony I have passed, and how many long nights of solitude I have passed within this wall; who can leave his pain and loneliness without attachment? I have scattered so many soul fragments in the streets and lanes, I have had so many children of hope walking naked through the hills and hills, I cannot leave them without burden and without pain. Today, instead of taking off a smock, I tear a layer of skin with my own hands. It is not a thought that I leave behind.But a heart sweet with hunger and thirst. But I can no longer stay. The sea that calls all calls me, and I must come aboard.

For though time burns in the night, to stay means to freeze, to be smoked in the mold. How I wish to bring everything here with me, but how can I? The sound cannot take away the lips that gave it wings, it can only look for the sky alone. Only the goshawk can fly over the sun alone without its nest. He reached the foot of the mountain, turned his face to the sea again, and saw his ship approaching the harbour, with sailors from home at the bow. Then his spirit called to them, saying: Sons of my ancient mother, you tide-riders, How many times have you floated in my dreams.Now you sail into my waking, which is my deeper dream.

I'm ready to go, my hope waits for the wind with the sail raised. I just want to take another breath of this peaceful breath, and cast an affectionate glance back. Then I will join you among you, as sailors among sailors. And you, vast sea, sleepless mother, The peace and freedom of the rivers and streams, After the stream rounded another bend, there was another warm murmur from the clearing in the forest, I will plunge into your mercy, like an infinite drop of water melting into an infinite sea. While walking, he saw from a distance that men and women left the farmland and orchard and flocked towards the city gate.

He heard them calling their names, running across the fields to tell the news of the arrival of the ship. he asked himself: Could it be that the moment of parting is also the time of reunion? Are my nights really my dawns? What can I give to those who put down the plow in the plow and the wheel in the brewery? Take the mind as the tree, pick the fruit and share it with them? Or turn longing into a fountain and fill their cups? To be a harp that the strong hand can pluck, or a tube that their breath can wear Flute over my body? I am a seeker of solitude, what treasure have I found in solitude that will enable me to give with confidence?

If today is the day of harvest, in what forgotten season and in what land did I sow the seed? If this is indeed the time for me to hold up the lamp, it is not the fireworks I lit that burn in the lamp. The lamp I held up was empty and dim, The guardian of the night will oil it and light it. He confided this in words, but there are still many unspoken words hidden in his heart.Because he himself cannot express his deeper secrets. When he returned to the city, people came to meet him.They called to him in unison. The old man in the city stepped forward and said: Please don't leave us like this.

You have been our noon in the evening, and your youth guides our dreams into dreams. You are not a stranger among us, nor a stranger in our midst, but you are our son, whom we truly love. Let not our eyes weary with longing to see your countenance. The priests and priestesses said to him: Please don't let the waves separate us now, let the years you spent among us be memories. You walk among us like a spirit, and your shadow is the radiance on our faces. We have always loved you so much.But our love was silent and veiled. Now she calls out to you, and faces you unabashedly. Love does not know its depth until the moment of parting.

Others also stepped forward to persuade him to stay.But he didn't answer.He bowed his head in silence, and the people around him saw tears falling on his chest. He walked with everyone to the square in front of the temple. A woman named Elmetra came out of the temple.She is a prophetess. He looked at her with tender eyes, because she was the one who followed him and believed in him on the first day he arrived in the city. She congratulated him, saying: Prophet of God, you have long been counting the course of your ship in search of the ultimate, Now that the ship has arrived, you must go.

You yearn so deeply for the land of your memory and the place of your greater hope; our love does not hold you back, nor does our need detain you. But please speak to us before you go, and speak the truth for us. We will pass it on to our children and grandchildren, and they will pass it on to theirs, so that it will never die. You have watched our day in solitude, and listened to our cries and laughter in our dreams in our waking hours. So reveal yourself to us now and tell us everything you know between life and death. He replied: People of Orphalias, what can I say but what is stirring in your souls at this moment!