With his own hand he gave it a little water and some fodder: he was not such a Siifi as the one we told of before.” He took precautions against neglect and foolish- ness, but when the Divine destiny comes to pass, of what avail is precaution? The Sufis were poor and destitute: poverty almost entails an infidelity that brings the soul to perdition. O thou rich man who art full-fed, beware of mocking at the unrighteousness of the suffer- ing poor. On account of their destitution that Sufi flock adopted the expedient of selling the Ass, Saying, “‘In case of necessity a carcase is law- ful food: many a vicious act is made virtuous by necessity.” ? Book II, v. 514. * See Story IV. 88 THE SOFIS WHO SOLD THE TRAVELLER’S ASS Having sold the little Ass, they fetched dainty viands and lit candles. Jubilation arose in the monastery. ‘‘To-night,” they cried, “there shall be dainties and music and dancing and voracity. No more of this carrying the beggar’s wallet, no more of this abstinence and three-days’ fasting !”” The Traveller, tired by the long journey, re- joiced to see the favour with which they regarded him. One by one they caressed him and played the game of bestowing pleasant attentions on him. When he saw this, he said, “If I don’t make merry to-night, when shall I have such good reasons for it again?” They consumed the viands and began the sama‘ ,* the monastery was filled with smoke and dust up to the roof— The smoke of the kitchen, the dust raised by the dancing feet, the tumult of soul aroused by longing and ecstasy. Now, waving their hands, they would beat the floor with their feet; now, bowing low, they would sweep the dais with their foreheads. Only after long waiting does the Sufi gain his desire from Fortune; hence the Sifi is a great eater ; Except, to be sure, the Sufi who has eaten his ’ The musical dance of Muslim dervishes. TALES OF MYSTIC MEANING fill of the Light of God: he is free from the shame of beggary ; But of these there are only a few amongst thou- sands; the rest live under the protection of his (the perfect Sifi’s) spiritual empire. When the sama‘ had run its course from be- ginning to end, the minstrel struck up a deep-sounding strain. He sang “The Ass is gone, the Ass is gone,” and made the whole company sharers in the ditty. Till daybreak they were dancing rapturously, clapping their hands and singing “The Ass is gone, the Ass is gone, my son!”’ By way of imitation, that Sufi began to sing in tones of impassioned feeling the same phrase, ‘The Ass 1s gone.” When the pleasure and excitement and music and dancing were over, day dawned and they all said farewell. The monastery was deserted and the Sufi re- mained alone: he set about shaking the dust from his baggage. He brought out the baggage from his cell to pack it on the Ass, for he desired companions on his journey. He made haste to join his fellow-travellers, but when he went into the stable he did not find the Ass. THE SUFIS WHO SOLD THE TRAVELLER’S ASS “The servant,” he said to himself, ‘‘has taken it to water, because it drank little water last night.” When the servant came the Siifi asked, ‘‘Where is the Ass?” ‘‘Look at your beard,’” he re- plied; and this started a quarrel.
With his own hand he gave it a little water and some fodder: he was not such a Siifi as the one we told of before.” He took precautions against neglect and foolish- ness, but when the Divine destiny comes to pass, of what avail is precaution? The Sufis were poor and destitute: poverty almost entails an infidelity that brings the soul to perdition. O thou rich man who art full-fed, beware of mocking at the unrighteousness of the suffer- ing poor. On account of their destitution that Sufi flock adopted the expedient of selling the Ass, Saying, “‘In case of necessity a carcase is law- ful food: many a vicious act is made virtuous by necessity.” ? Book II, v. 514. * See Story IV. 88 THE SOFIS WHO SOLD THE TRAVELLER’S ASS Having sold the little Ass, they fetched dainty viands and lit candles. Jubilation arose in the monastery. ‘‘To-night,” they cried, “there shall be dainties and music and dancing and voracity. No more of this carrying the beggar’s wallet, no more of this abstinence and three-days’ fasting !”” The Traveller, tired by the long journey, re- joiced to see the favour with which they regarded him. One by one they caressed him and played the game of bestowing pleasant attentions on him. When he saw this, he said, “If I don’t make merry to-night, when shall I have such good reasons for it again?” They consumed the viands and began the sama‘ ,* the monastery was filled with smoke and dust up to the roof— The smoke of the kitchen, the dust raised by the dancing feet, the tumult of soul aroused by longing and ecstasy. Now, waving their hands, they would beat the floor with their feet; now, bowing low, they would sweep the dais with their foreheads. Only after long waiting does the Sufi gain his desire from Fortune; hence the Sifi is a great eater ; Except, to be sure, the Sufi who has eaten his ’ The musical dance of Muslim dervishes. TALES OF MYSTIC MEANING fill of the Light of God: he is free from the shame of beggary ; But of these there are only a few amongst thou- sands; the rest live under the protection of his (the perfect Sifi’s) spiritual empire. When the sama‘ had run its course from be- ginning to end, the minstrel struck up a deep-sounding strain. He sang “The Ass is gone, the Ass is gone,” and made the whole company sharers in the ditty. Till daybreak they were dancing rapturously, clapping their hands and singing “The Ass is gone, the Ass is gone, my son!”’ By way of imitation, that Sufi began to sing in tones of impassioned feeling the same phrase, ‘The Ass 1s gone.” When the pleasure and excitement and music and dancing were over, day dawned and they all said farewell. The monastery was deserted and the Sufi re- mained alone: he set about shaking the dust from his baggage. He brought out the baggage from his cell to pack it on the Ass, for he desired companions on his journey. He made haste to join his fellow-travellers, but when he went into the stable he did not find the Ass. THE SUFIS WHO SOLD THE TRAVELLER’S ASS “The servant,” he said to himself, ‘‘has taken it to water, because it drank little water last night.” When the servant came the Siifi asked, ‘‘Where is the Ass?” ‘‘Look at your beard,’” he re- plied; and this started a quarrel.