The King and the Handmaiden

Love Is the Astrolabe

From her sore grief he perceived that she was heart-sore; well in body, but stricken in heart.Being in love is made manifest by soreness of heart: there is no sickness like heart-sickness.The lover’s ailment is separate from all other ailments: love is the astrolabe of the mysteries of God.Whether love be from this (earthly) side or from that (heavenly) side, in the end it leads us yonder.Whatsoever I say in exposition and explanation of Love, when I come to Love (itself) I am ashamed of that (explanation).Although the commentary of the tongue makes (all) clear, yet tongueless love is clearer.Whilst the pen was making haste in writing, it split upon itself as soon as it came to Love.In expounding it (Love), the intellect lay down (helplessly) like an ass in the mire: it was Love (alone) that uttered the explanation of love and loverhood.The proof of the sun is the sun (himself): if thou require the proof, do not avert thy face from him!If the shadow gives an indication of him, the sun (himself) gives spiritual light every moment.The shadow, like chat in the night-hours, brings sleep to thee; when the sun rises the moon is cloven asunder.There is nothing in the world so wondrous strange as the sun, (but) the Sun of the spirit is everlasting: it hath no yesterday.

Masnavi I.108–119 · tr. R. A. Nicholson, 1926

Whinfield's 1887 heading has Shams urge Rūmī to write. Nicholson's 1926 footnote names the Soul who plucks his skirt at I.125 Ḥusámu'ddín.

Nicholson 1926, Masnavi I.123–143 and the footnote to I.125 (pp. 10–11); Whinfield 1887, Book I, the heading "Shamsu-'d-Din of Tabriz importunes Jalalu-'d-Din to compose the Masnavi"


A physician promised in a dream finds that a sick girl's illness is love, and the poem turns to what love is.

More context

The first tale of the Masnavi, Book I, lines 35–246, begun straight after the reed's lament: "O my friends, hearken to this tale: in truth it is the very marrow of our inward state" (I.35). A king buys a handmaiden and she sickens; his physicians fail because "In their arrogance they did not say, 'If God will'" (I.48). He weeps in the mosque, dreams of an old man, and a stranger-physician comes. The lines here, I.108–119, are the diagnosis — well in body, stricken in heart — where the tale gives way to love itself. The physician then takes her pulse while she names towns until Samarcand makes it jump. He fetches the goldsmith she loves, has the king give her to him, and poisons him. The heading before I.222 calls the killing "(prompted) by Divine suggestion". Whinfield's 1887 abridgment tells the tale in a paragraph of prose and translates the love passage and the lines on Shams that follow it.

Light

One lovesick girl becomes the ground for saying what love is: "the astrolabe of the mysteries of God". Only love explains love.

Shadow

A third party pays for the cure: the physician poisons the goldsmith she loves, and the poem defends it by Khadir's example.

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