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Showing that the Self is weakened by asking



O THOU who hast gathered taxes from lions, 435
Thy need hath caused thee to become a fox in disposition.
Thy maladies are the result of indigence:
This disease is the source of thy pain.
It is robbing thine high thoughts of their dignity
And putting out the light of thy noble imagination. 440
Quaff rosy wine from the jar of existence!
Snatch thy money from the purse of Time!
Like Omar, come down from thy camel!51
Beware of incurring obligations, beware!
How long wilt thou sue for office 445
And ride like children on a reed?
A nature that fixes its ghaze on the sky
Becomes debased by receiving benefits.
By asking, poverty is made more abject;
By begging, the beggar is made poorer, 450
Asking disintegrates the Self
And deprives of illumination the Sinai bush of the Self.
Do not scatter thy handful of dust;
Like the moon, scrape food from thine own side!
Albeit thou art poor and wretched 455
And overwhelmed by affliction,
Seek not thy daily bread from the bounty of another,
Seek not water from the fountain of the sun.
Lest thou be put to shame before the Prophet
On the Day when every soul shall be stricken with fear. 460
The moon gets sustenance from the table of the sun
And bears the brand of his bounty on her heart.
Pray God for courage! Wrestle with Fortune!
Do not sully the honour of the pure religion!
He who swept the rubbish of idols out of the Ka'ba 465
Said that God loves a man that earns his living.
Woe to him that accepts bounty from another's table
And lets his neck be bent with benefits!
He hath consumed himself with the lightning of the favours bestowed on him,
He hath sold his honour for a paltry coin, 470
Happy the man who thirsting in the sun
Does not crave of Khizr a cup of water!52
His brow is not moist with the shame of beggary;
He is a man still, not a piece of clay,
That noble youth walks under heaven 475
With his head erect like the pine
Are his hands empty? The more is he master of himself.
Do his fortunes languish? The more alert is he.
A whole ocean, if gained by begging is but a sea of fire;
Sweet is a little dew gathered by one's own hand. 480
Be a man of honour, and like the bubble.
Keep the cup inverted ever. in the midst of the sea!53


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