Farīd ud-Dīn Attar Abū Hamīd bin Abū Bakr Ibrāhīm (1145-1146 - c. 1221 / Nishapur)
We are busy with the luxury of things.
Their number and multiple faces bring
To us confusion we call knowledge. Say:
God created the world, pinned night to day,
Made mountains to weigh it down, seas
To wash its face, living creatures with pleas
(The ancestors of prayers) seeking a place
In this mystery that floats in endless space.
God set the earth on the back of a bull,
The bull on a fish dancing on a spool
Of silver light so fine it is like air;
That in turn rests on nothing there
But nothing that nothing can share.
All things are but masks at God's beck and call,
They are symbols that instruct us that God is all.
Comments about this poem (Invocation by Farīd ud-Dīn Attar Abū Hamīd bin Abū Bakr Ibrāhīm )
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