East With Ibn Battuta - Poem by Thomas Merton
1. Cairo 1326
Cloisters (khanqahs) of Darvishes
Built by aristocrats
Have silver rings on their doors
The mystics sit down to eat
Each from his private bowl
From his own cup
They are given
Changes of clothing
And a monthly allowance
On Thursday nights
They are given sugar
Soap and oil
For their lamps
And the price of a bath.
In the great cemetery
They build chambers
To chant the Koran
Day and night among the tombs
With pleasant voices.
Convent at Dayr at-Tin:
A piece of the Prophet's
Wooden basin with the pencil
With which he applied kohl
With which he sewed his sandals
Bought by the founder
For a hundred thousand dirhams.
Ma'arra and Sarmín: towns
Of abominable Shi'ites
Who hate the Ten Companions
And every person called Omar
In Sarmín (where scented soap
Is made and exported
To Damascus and Cairo)
These heretics so hate the Ten
They will not even say "Ten"
Their brokers at auctions
When they come to "ten"
One day a faithful Turk
At one of their markets
Heard the broker call "Nine-plus-one"
He went for him with a club, shouting
"You bastard, say TEN!"
"Ten with a club"
Wept the broker.
3. The Nusayris
These heretics hate all true believers and when ordered by
To build mosques build them far from their homes
Keep asses and cattle in them let them fall into disrepair.
If a true believer coming from another country
Stops in a ruined mosque and sings the call to prayer
The infidels say: "Stop braying,
We will bring you a little hay."
Once a stranger came to the Nusayris and told them he was
He promised to divide Syria among them
Giving each one a city or a town.
He gave them olive leaves and said:
"These will bring you success. These leaves
Are warrants of your appointment."
They went forth into city and town
And when arrested, each said to the Governor:
"The Imám al-Mahdi has come. He has given me
The Governor would then reply: "Show me your warrant"
Each one then produced his olive leaves
And was flogged.
So the stranger told the heretics to fight:
"Go with myrtle rods," he said
"Instead of swords. The rods
Will turn to swords at the moment of battle."
They entered a town on Friday when the men were
at the mosque.
They raped the women and the Muslims
Came running out with swords
And cut them to pieces.
News was sent to the capital by carrier pigeon.
Moved out with an army. Twenty thousand heretics
Were slaughtered. The rest hid in the mountains.
They offered one dinar per head if they were spared.
This news went by pigeon to the Sultan
Who said: "Kill them."
But the General
Said these people could be useful
Working on the land
And their lives were spared.
"The Meccans are very elegant and clean in their dress, and most of them wear white garments, which you always see fresh and snowy. They use a great deal of perfume and kohl and make free use of toothpicks of green arák-wood.
"The Meccan women are extraordinarily beautiful and very pious and modest. They too make great use of perfumes to such a degree that they will spend the night hungry in order to buy perfumes with the price of their food.
"They visit the mosque every Thursday night, wearing their finest apparel; and the whole sanctuary is saturated with the smell of their perfume. When one of these women goes away the odour of the perfume clings to the place after she has gone."
In Isfahan the fair
Surrounded by orchards
(Apricots and quinces
Pears and melons)
The people out-do one another
"In the preparation for which
They display all their resources"
One corporation entertained another with viands
Cooked over candles
"The guests returned the invitation
And cooked their viands with silk."
In the Sultan's apartments
I saw a Júgí
Sitting in midair
I fell in a faint
They had to give me a drink
To revive me
And there he was
Still sitting in midair
Took a sandal from a bag
Beat it on the ground
Til it rose in the air
All by itself and poised
Over the floating one
And it began hitting him
On the back of the neck
Until he floated down
"I would tell them to do something else,"
Said the Sultan, "If I did not fear
For your reason."
Chinese vessels at anchor in the harbor
One of the largest in the world. Malabar
Coast of ginger pepper spice
Four decks with cabins saloons
Merchants of Canton Sumatra
Ceylon stay locked in cabins
With wives and slave girls
Sailors bring their boys to sea
Cultivate salads and ginger
In wooden vats
In Calicut I missed my boat
To China and my slave
Girls were all stolen by the King
Of Sumatra and my companions
Were scattered over China
Sumatra and Bengal
When I saw what had happened
I sailed for the Maldives
Where all the inhabitants
Live on red fish lightly cooked
Or smoked in palmleaf baskets
It tastes like mutton
These natives wear no pants
Bathe twice a day
Use sandalwood and do not fight
Their armor is prayer.
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