The historian al-Aflākí, in his collection of anecdotes called Menaqibu
'L 'Arifin,[6] gives a number of stories relating to the miracles and
wise sayings of Jalál. Many of these miraculous performances were
followed by the conversion of those who witnessed them. A marvel or
a wise saying of Jalál was generally accompanied by music and dance,
which reminds us of the jubilations of the Indian gods after Rama's
victories over his enemies. These stories, interesting enough in
themselves, can scarcely be credited to such a learned man as Jalál
undoubtedly was. According to tradition he spoke to frogs and fishes,
raised the dead to life, and at the same time very ignominiously lost
his temper when a disciple who said, after having received Jalál's
instructions: "God willing." After all, the significance of Jalál
lies not in these rather lamentable fairy tales, but in the fruit of
his work. Jalál, like the Lord Buddha, suffered considerably from
the addition of fabulous tales and fancies of no real moment to his
teachings.
Al-Aflākí tells a pretty story concerning the tenderness of Jalál for
little children. As the poet passed by some children, they left their
play and ran to him and bowed. Jalál bowed in response. One little boy,
some distance off, seeing the honour bestowed upon his playmates, cried
to Jalál: "Wait for me until I come!" And Jalál waited and bowed to the
little child. This story is worth far more than juggler's tricks.
Jalálu'd-Dín Rúmí died at Qonia in 1273 A.D., praising God and leaving
to the world a vast store of spiritual knowledge and many wise
instructions to his son, Bahaū-'d-Dín Valad. It is very gratifying to
note that at the death of Jalál his mourners were of all creeds. A
Christian was asked why he wept over a Muslim grave, and he replied:
"We esteem him as the Moses, the David, the Jesus of our time; and
we are his disciples, his adherents." This was indeed a splendid and
worthy tribute to the memory of so great a man.
I hope I have already demonstrated that the very nature of Súfí poetry
is entirely lacking in creed or dogma, and certainly the great singer
of the _Masnavi_ has left in his songs a wealth of the wonder of Divine
Love.