IDOLATORY

A free versification from Rumi's Mathnawi

> Whoever starts an evil path, malediction swiftly pursues,
> When the righteous depart, they leave good behind them,
> When the wicked leave, injustice and devilry soon
> ensues.
> Until Judgement Day the face of each congener of sin
> Is turned towards those congenial to his own particular
> kin.

> Sweet and bitter waters are separated vein by vein at last
> Flowing in God’s Creatures 'til the final golden trumpet's
> blast.
> The righteous gain the delight of thirst quenching waters sweet
> That inheritance is now, for His servants who value
> this book complete.
>
> Reflect! the supplications of God’s seekers are sunshine's
> rays,
> Emanating from the veritable substance of Prophethood's days,
> These rays are circling the substantial, from which they
> spring
> And return to that substance’s source which is everything.
> Window light brightens the house as the Sun winds its
> way,
> He who feels affinity with a planet resonates
> correspondingly each day,
> If his ascendent is Venus, then his tendency is for love
> and joy,
> If it’s Mars, then he’s a warmonger seeking enmity, wicked by!.
> Beyond our planets are many in which there’s no sinister
> aspect,
> Planets moving in other heavens not the seven that we
> know with which to connect.

> Some immanent in Divine radiance are at One with
> infinity,
> If one’s ascendent is from them , his soul drives away
> infidelity ,

> His anger is not martial nor desiring domination,
> The dominant light of Saints is between God’s two
> fingers,
> That light shines over all souls , by grace some are
> blest.
> The fortunate who receive that mercy turn only to
> God,
> They who lack a skirt of love don’t share in His
> largesse.
> Others turn towards Unity like nightingales love the rose,
> The ox is brown, in a man seek red and yellow hues within,
> These tones are from the vat of purity, the bad are dyed
> black,
> The blessings of God are subtle colours ,his curse is a bad
> smell.
> That which comes from sea returns to that same sea,
> From the mountain peaks flow swift rushing torrents,
> And from our body returns the soul mingled with
> love.
>
> The idol of your petty self is the mother of all idols,
> The material idol is a snake, the spiritual is a brass
> dragon.
> The petty self is iron and flint stone, it produces fire.
> The materialistic idol is a spark quenched by water,
> How should this stone and iron be dampened by water?
> How should man bearing these weights feel safe and
> secure?
> The idol is the black murky water in a clay pot,
> The ego is a constant fountain spouting jet black
> water,
> That sculptured ego is like the grimey black torrent
> The idol making self is a fountain from which filth
> flows,.
> A single piece of stone like David’s which
> slew Goliath
> Will crack open many thousand clay jugs and pots,
> But the fountain spews filthy black water incessently.
> It is easy to break idols as did Samson with
> the Philistines,
> But it isn’t easy to subdue an ego. To think so, is
> folly,
> If you seek to know the ego’s form read the tale of seven
> hells,
> Every moment it commits a thought of guile and
> deceit.
> A hundred Pharoahs can be drowned with their horsemen,
> So flee to the God of Moses,and do not betray his Faith
> By drinking fountain spills from Pharoah’s dirty water .
> So cleave to the One God and Ahmad, flee the tyrant of a body