CONCERNING HUMILITY
Thou, O creature of God, wast created of the dust; therefore, be humble
as the dust. Be not covetous, nor oppressive, nor headstrong. Thou art
from the dust; be not like fire. When the terrible fire raised his head
in pride, the dust prostrated itself in humility.
And since the fire was arrogant and the dust was meek, from the former
were the demons formed, and from the latter mankind.
STORY OF A RAINDROP
A raindrop fell from a spring cloud, and, seeing the wide expanse of the
sea, was shamed. “Where the sea is,” it reflected, “where am I? Compared
with that, forsooth, I am extinct.”
While thus regarding itself with an eye of contempt, an oyster took it
to its bosom, and Fate so shaped its course that eventually the raindrop
became a famous royal pearl.
It was exalted, for it was humble. Knocking at the door of extinction, it
became existent.
STORY ILLUSTRATIVE OF PIOUS MEN REGARDING THEMSELVES WITH CONTEMPT
A sagacious youth of noble family landed at a seaport of Turkey, and, as
he displayed piety and wisdom, his baggage was deposited in a mosque.
One day the priest said to him: “Sweep away the dust and rubbish from the
mosque.”
Immediately, the young man went away and no one saw him there again.
Thus, did the elder and his followers suppose he did not care to serve.
The next day, a servant of the mosque met him on the road and said: “Thou
didst act wrongly in thy perverse judgment. Knowest thou not, O conceited
youth, that men are dignified by service?”
Sorrowfully, the youth began to weep. “O soul-cherishing and
heart-illuminating friend!” he answered; “I saw no dirt or rubbish in
that holy place but mine own corrupt self. Therefore, I retraced my
steps, for a mosque is better cleansed from such.”
Humility is the only ritual for a devotee. If thou desire greatness, be
humble; no other ladder is there by which to climb.
STORY OF SULTAN BĀYAZĪD BUSTĀMI[21]
When Bāyazīd was coming from his bath one morning during the Id festival,
some one unwittingly emptied a tray of ashes from a window upon his
head. With his face and turban all bespattered, he rubbed his hands in
gratitude and said: “I am in truth worthy of the fires of hell; why
should I be angered by a few ashes?”
The great do not regard themselves; look not for godliness in a
self-conceited man. Eminence does not consist in outward show and
vaunting words, nor dignity in hauteur and pretension.
On the Day of Judgment thou wilt see in Paradise him who sought truth and
rejected vain pretension.
He who is headstrong and obdurate falleth headlong; if thou desire
greatness, abandon pride.
DISCOURSE ON CONCEIT
Expect not him who is possessed of worldly vanities to follow the path of
religion, nor look for godliness in him who wallows in conceit.
If thou desire dignity, do not, like the mean, regard thy fellows with
contemptuous eyes.
Seek no position more honourable than that of being known to the world as
a man of laudable character.
Thou deemest him not great who, being of equal rank, is haughty towards
thee; when thou makest a similar display before others, dost thou not
appear before them as the arrogant appear before thee?
If thou art eminent, laugh not, if thou art wise, at them that are lowly.
Many have fallen from high whose places have been taken by the fallen.
Though thou be free from defect, revile not me who am full of blemishes.
One holds the chain of the Kába temple in his hands; another lies drunken
in the tavern. If God call the latter, who can drive him away? If He
expel the former, who can bring him back? The one cannot implore the
divine help by reason of his good deeds, nor is the door of repentance
closed upon the other.
STORY OF THE DARWESH AND THE PROUD CĀDI
A poorly-clad doctor of law and divinity sat one day in the front row
of seats in a Cādi’s court. The Cādi gave him a sharp look, whereupon
the usher took the man by the arm and said: “Get up; dost thou not know
that the best place is not for such as thee? Either take a lower seat,
or remain standing, or leave the court altogether. Be not so bold as to
occupy the seat of the great. If thou art humble, pose not as a lion. Not
every one is worthy of the chief seat; honour is proportionate to rank,
and rank to merit.”
He who sits with honour in a place lower than that of which he is worthy
falls not with ignominy from eminence.
Fuming with anger, the doctor moved to a lower seat. Two advocates in the
court then entered into a spirited discussion, and flew at each other
with their tongues like fighting-cocks with beak and claw. They were
involved in a complicated knot which neither could unravel. From the last
row of seats the tattered doctor roared out with the voice of a lion in
the forest.
“It is not the veins of the neck that should stand out in argument,” he
said, “but the proofs, which should be full of meaning. I, too, have the
faculty of argument.”
“Speak on,” they answered.
With the quill of eloquence that he possessed, the doctor engraved his
words upon the minds of his listeners like inscriptions on a signet-ring;
and, drawing his pen through the letters of pretension, he invoked
applause from every corner. So hard did he drive the steed of speech that
the Cādi lagged behind like an ass in the mire. Removing his cloak and
turban, the latter sent them to the doctor as a token of his respect.
“Alas!” he said, “I did not discern thy merit, nor welcome thee on thy
arrival. I regret to see thee in this condition with such a stock of
knowledge.”
The usher then approached the stranger courteously in order that he might
place the Cādi’s turban upon his head. But the doctor repelled him with
his hands and tongue, saying:
“Place not upon my head the fetters of pride, for to-morrow this
fifty-yarded turban would turn my head from those in jaded garb. Those
who called me ‘lord’ and ‘chief’ would then appear insignificant in mine
eyes. Is pure water different whether it be contained in a goblet of gold
or an earthen ewer? A man’s head requires brain and intellect, not an
imposing turban like thine. A big head does not make one worthy; it is
like the gourd, void of kernel. Be not proud because of thy turban and
beard, for the one is cotton and the other grass. One should aim at the
degree of eminence that is conformable with one’s merit. With all this
intellect, I will not call thee man, though a hundred slaves walk behind
thee. How well spoke the shell when a greedy fool picked it out of the
mire: ‘None will buy me for the smallest price: be not so insane as to
wrap me up in silk.’ A man is not better than his fellows by reason of
his wealth, for an ass, though covered with a satin cloth, is still an
ass.”
In this way the clever doctor washed the rancour from his heart with the
water of words. Thus do those who are aggrieved speak harshly. Be not
idle when thine enemy has fallen. Dash out his brains when thou art
able, for delay will efface the grudge from thy mind.
So overcome was the Cādi by his vehemence that he exclaimed, “Verily,
this day is a hard one.” He bit his fingers in amazement, and his eyes
stared at the doctor like the two stars near the pole of the lesser bear.
As for the latter, he went abruptly out and was never seen there again.
They in the court clamoured to know whence such an impertinent fellow
had come. An official went in search of him, and ran in all directions,
asking whether a man of that description had been seen. Some one said:
“We know no one in this city so eloquent as Sadi.”
A hundred thousand praises to him who said so; see how sweetly he uttered
the bitter truth!
STORY OF THE HONEY-SELLER
A man of smiling countenance sold honey, captivating the hearts of all by
his pleasant manner. His customers were as numerous as flies around the
sugar-cane—if he had sold poison people would have bought it for honey.
A forbidding-looking man regarded him with envy, being jealous of the way
his business prospered. One day he paraded the town with a tray of honey
on his head and a scowl on his face. He wandered about crying his wares,
but no one evinced desire to buy. At nightfall, having earned no money,
he went and sat dejectedly in a corner, with a face as bitter as that of
a sinner fearful of retribution.
The wife of one of his neighbours jokingly remarked: “Honey is bitter to
one of sour temper.”
It is wrong to eat bread at the table of one whose face is as wrinkled
with frowns as the cloth on which it is served.
O sir! add not to thine own burdens, for an evil temper brings disaster
in its train.
If thou hast not a sweet tongue like Sadi, thou hast neither gold nor
silver.
STORY ILLUSTRATING THE FORBEARANCE OF GOOD MEN
I have heard that a debased drunkard caught a pious man by the collar.
The latter received his blows in silence, and in forbearance lifted not
his head.
A passer-by remarked: “Art thou not a man? It is a pity to be patient
with this ignorant fellow.”
The pious man replied: “Speak not thus to me. A foolish drunkard collars
one by the neck in the thought that he is fighting with a lion; there is
no fear that a learned man will contend with an inebriated fool.”
The virtuous follow this rule in life—when they suffer oppression they
display kindness.
STORY ILLUSTRATING THE NOBLE-MINDEDNESS OF MEN
A dog bit the leg of a hermit with such violence that venom dropped from
its teeth, and the poor man could not sleep all night through pain.
His little daughter chided him, saying: “Hast thou not teeth as well?”
The unfortunate parent wept, and then smilingly replied: “Dear child!
Although I was stronger than the dog, I restrained my anger. Should I
receive a sword-blow on the head, I could not apply my teeth to the legs
of a dog.”
One can revenge oneself upon the mean, but a man cannot act like a dog.
STORY OF A KIND MASTER AND HIS DISOBEDIENT SLAVE
An eminent man, famous for his many virtues, possessed a slave of evil
disposition, who in ugliness of feature surpassed every one in the city.
He closely attended his master at meal-times, but he would not have given
a drop of water to a dying man. Neither reproof nor the rod influenced
him; the house was in a constant state of disorder through him.
Sometimes, in his bad temper, would he litter the paths with thorns and
rubbish; at other times, throw the chickens down the well. His unhappy
temperament was written on his face, and never did he perform a task
successfully.
Some one asked his master: “What is there that thou likest in this
slave—his agreeable manners, or his skill, or beauty? Surely, it is not
worth while to keep such an unruly knave and burden thyself with such an
affliction. I will procure for thee a slave of handsome appearance and
good character. Take this one to the slave-market and sell him. If a pice
is offered for him, do not refuse it, for he would be dear at that.”
The good-natured man smiled and said: “O friend! Although the character
of my slave is certainly bad, my character is improved by him, for when
I have learned to tolerate his manner I shall be able to put up with
anything at the hands of others. It were not humane to sell him and thus
make known his faults. And it is better to endure his affliction myself
than to pass him on to others.”
Accept for thyself what thou wouldst accept for others. If distressed
thyself, involve not thy fellows.
Forbearance is at first like poison, but when engrained in the nature it
becomes like honey.
STORY OF MARŪF KARCHI[22] AND THE SICK TRAVELLER
No one follows the path of Marūf Karchi who does not first banish the
idea of fame from his head.
A traveller once came to Marūf’s house at the point of death—his life was
joined to his body by a single hair. He passed the night in wailing and
lamentation, sleeping not himself nor permitting any one else to sleep by
reason of his groans. His mind was distressed and his temper was vile;
though he died not himself, he killed many by his fretting. Such was his
restlessness that every one flew from him. Marūf Karchi alone remained.
He, like a brave man, girt his loins and sat up many nights in attendance
at the sick man’s bedside. But one night Marūf was attacked by sleep—how
long can a sleepless man keep up?
As soon as the invalid saw him asleep he began to rave: “Cursed be thy
abominable race!” he cried: “what knows this glutton, intoxicated with
sleep, of the helpless man who has not closed his eyes?”
Marūf took no notice of these words, but one of the women of the harem,
overhearing them, remarked: “Didst thou not hear what that wailing beggar
said? Turn him out, and tell him to take his abuse with him and die
elsewhere. Kindness and compassion have their occasions, but to do good
to the evil is evil; only a fool plants trees in barren soil. A grateful
dog is better than an ungrateful man.”
Marūf laughed: “Dear woman,” he replied, “be not offended at his
ungracious words. If he rave at me through sickness, I am not angered.
When thou art strong and well thyself, bear gratefully the burdens of the
weak. If thou cherish the tree of kindness, thou wilt assuredly eat of
the fruits of a good name.”
They attain to dignity who rid themselves of arrogance.
He who worships grandeur is the slave of pride; he knows not that
greatness consists in meekness.
STORY ILLUSTRATING THE FOLLY OF THE IGNOBLE
An impudent fellow begged of a pious man, but the latter had no money in
his house. Otherwise, would he have showered gold upon him like dust. The
infamous rascal, therefore, went out and began to abuse him in the street.
The eye of the fault-finder sees no merits. What regard has he who has
acted dishonourably for the honour of another?
Being informed of his words, the pious man smiled and said: “It is well;
this man has enumerated only a few of my bad qualities—only one out of a
hundred that are known to me. The evil that he has supposed in me I know
for certain that I possess. Only one year has he been acquainted with
me; how can he know the faults of seventy years? None but the Omniscient
knows my faults better than myself. Never have I known one who has
attributed to me so few defects. If he bear witness against me in the Day
of Judgment, I shall have no fear. If he who thinks ill of me seek to
reveal my faults, tell him to come and take the record from me.”
Be humble when the veil is torn from off thy character. If a pitcher were
made of the dust of men, the calumnious would shatter it with stones.
STORY OF ONE WHO HAD A LITTLE KNOWLEDGE
A certain man knew something of astronomy and his head, in consequence,
was filled with pride. Journeying far, he visited Kūshyār,[23] the sage,
who turned his eyes from him and would teach him nothing. When the
disappointed traveller was on the point of leaving, Kūshyār addressed him
with these words:
“Thou imaginest that thou art full of knowledge. How can a vessel that is
full receive of more? Rid thyself of thy pretensions, so that thou mayest
be filled. Being full of vanity, thou goest empty.”
STORY ILLUSTRATING THE HUMILITY OF THE PIOUS
Some one heard the barking of a dog in the ruined hut of a pious man.
Reflecting upon the strangeness of the fact, he went and searched, but
found no traces of a dog. In truth, the devotee alone was in the house.
Not wishing his curiosity to be revealed, the man was departing, when the
owner of the house cried out: “Come in; why standest thou upon the door?
Knowest thou not, O friend, that I it was who barked? When I discerned
that humility was acceptable to God, I banished pride and vanity from my
heart, and clamoured with barks at the door of God, for I saw none more
lowly than a dog.”
If thou desire to attain to dignity, let humility be thy path.
Behold, when the dew lies low upon the earth, the sun doth raise it to
the skies.
STORY ILLUSTRATING THE VALUE OF SOFT WORDS
The slave of a king escaped, and, though a search was made, was not
discovered. Later, when the fugitive returned, the king, in anger,
ordered that he should be put to death.
When the executioner brought out his scimitar, like the tongue of a
thirsty man, the despondent slave cried out:
“O God! I forgive the king the shedding of my blood, for I have ever
enjoyed his bounty and shared in his prosperity. Let him not suffer for
this deed on the Day of Judgment, to the delight of his enemies.”
When the king heard these words his anger was appeased, and he appointed
the slave to be an officer of the standard.
The moral of this story is that soft speech acts like water on the fires
of wrath. Do not the soldiers on the battle-field wear armour consisting
of a hundred folds of silk?
O friend! be humble when thou dealest with a fierce foe, for gentleness
will blunt the sharpest sword.
STORY ILLUSTRATING THE WISDOM OF FEIGNING DEAFNESS
Many writers affirm the falsity of the idea that Hātim was deaf.
One morning his attention was attracted by the buzzing of a fly, which
had become ensnared in a spider’s web. “O thou,” he observed, “who art
fettered by thine own avarice, be patient. Wherever there be a tempting
bait, huntsman and snare are close at hand.”
One of his disciples remarked: “Strange it is that thou couldst hear the
buzzing of a fly that hardly reached our ears. No longer can they call
thee deaf.”
The Sheikh replied: “Deafness is better than the hearing of idle words.
Those that sit with me in private are prone to conceal my faults and
parade my virtues; thus, do they make me vain. I feign deafness that I
may be spared their flattery. When my assumed affliction has become known
to them they will speak freely of that which is good and bad in me; then,
being grieved at the recital of my faults, I shall abstain from evil.”
Go not down a well by a rope of praise. Be deaf, like Hātim, and listen
to the words of them that slander thee.
STORY ILLUSTRATING FORBEARANCE FOR THE SAKE OF FRIENDS
A certain man, whose heart was as pure as Sadi’s, fell in love. Although
taunted by his enemies in consequence, he showed no anger.
Some one asked him: “Hast thou no sense of shame? Art thou not sensible
to these indignities? It is abject to expose oneself to ridicule, and
weak to endure patiently the scoffs of enemies. To overlook the errors of
the ignorant is wrong, lest it be said that thou hast neither strength
nor courage.”
How elegantly did the distracted lover make reply! His words are worthy
to be writ in letters of gold:
“Alone in my heart there dwelleth affection for my loved one; thus, it
contains no room for malice.”
STORY OF LUQMAN,[24] THE SAGE
I have heard that Luqman was of dark complexion and careless of his
appearance. Some one mistook for him a slave, and employed him in digging
trenches at Baghdad. Thus he continued for a year, no one suspecting who
he was. When the truth was known the master was afeared, and fell at
Luqman’s feet, offering excuses.
The sage smiled and said: “Of what use are these apologies? For a year
my heart has bled through thine oppression. How can I forget that in one
hour? But I forgive thee, good man, for thy gain has caused to me no
loss. Thou hast built thy house; my wisdom and knowledge have increased.
I, too, possess a slave, and frequently set him to arduous labour.
Nevermore, when I remember the hardships of my toil, will I afflict him.”
He who has not suffered at the hands of the strong grieves not at the
frailness of the weak.
If thou be sorrowed by those above thee, be not harsh with thine
inferiors.