The Path to God
One night a man cried, "Allah! Allah!"
until his lips became sweet with the sound.
The Evil One approached him as he stood chanting,
and asked, "How now, chatterbox?
Where is the answer to your insistence?
Who replies to you 'Here am I?'
No answer comes from the Throne:
how long will you mindlessly go on crying 'Allah?' "
Broken-hearted, the man ceased his chant and lay down to sleep.
In that sleep he dreamed a dream, and in that dream the
holy mystic Khazir appeared before him in a green garden. The saint spoke:
"Why have you desisted from the mention of God?
How is it that you now despair of calling on Him?"
The dreamer replied,
"I ceased because no 'Here am I' was coming to me.
I fear therefore that I may be turned from His door."
Khazir answered, "God says: 'Your cry of "Allah" is itself My "Here am I,"
just as your pleading, agony and fervor are my Messenger.
All your twistings and turnings to come to Me were
My drawing you that set you free.
Your fear and love are the snares to catch My grace.
Under each "Allah" of yours whispers many a "Here am I." ' "
~ Jelaluddin Rumi, Mathnavi, 13.2
One night a man cried, "Allah! Allah!"
until his lips became sweet with the sound.
The Evil One approached him as he stood chanting,
and asked, "How now, chatterbox?
Where is the answer to your insistence?
Who replies to you 'Here am I?'
No answer comes from the Throne:
how long will you mindlessly go on crying 'Allah?' "
Broken-hearted, the man ceased his chant and lay down to sleep.
In that sleep he dreamed a dream, and in that dream the
holy mystic Khazir appeared before him in a green garden. The saint spoke:
"Why have you desisted from the mention of God?
How is it that you now despair of calling on Him?"
The dreamer replied,
"I ceased because no 'Here am I' was coming to me.
I fear therefore that I may be turned from His door."
Khazir answered, "God says: 'Your cry of "Allah" is itself My "Here am I,"
just as your pleading, agony and fervor are my Messenger.
All your twistings and turnings to come to Me were
My drawing you that set you free.
Your fear and love are the snares to catch My grace.
Under each "Allah" of yours whispers many a "Here am I." ' "
~ Jelaluddin Rumi, Mathnavi, 13.2
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