The Prince and the Slave Girl
Though Rumi does not imply any question before Divine Will. It may be favorable to answer a few.
The goldsmith had to die because greed is always cursed with annihilation. He was selfish enough to buy the slave girl to enjoy her beauty but sold her, not realizing and respecting her love. He was summoned by the prince, left his city, his family, and his folk in search of more money and fame, and agreed to marry the slave girl he had once given away.
God favored the prince as he had passed all his tests to groom his inner soul. He had been patient and enduring. The prince had learned to Love – the art of surrendering before the Divine Will through sacrifice, nurturing, and caring for others with the least expected return. He had not ordered the murder of the goldsmith, but the holy physician carried it out following Divine command.
* (the holy physician could be the angel of death).
The maiden was already a slave girl, so traditionally speaking, she had no will of her own. She was an ignorant soul, in love with the material world (Zahiri Duniya…the physical beauty and smartness of a goldsmith). She could not bear the loss and compromise with the deceit of the goldsmith, regarded it as her failure, and inflicted pain on herself. Allah had provided her with the genuine love of the prince, but she was too obsessed by her loss, too ignorant of the worth of true love, and too arrogant to accept it as a charity from a favorable one.
Insolence and arrogance are human attributes that Allah the Almighty neither favored nor rewarded. And be sure only ignorant ones are arrogant ones. They can never have a ‘will’ of their own because they never learn to surrender before Divine Will. Human Will becomes a Divine Will when it learns to appreciate and follow the Divine scheme of things. It is the “surrender” when the human heart strives to comply with divine virtues and when it learns to sacrifice personal and individual gain before mutual and collective welfare.
Rumi tells us about the virtues that may help us to secure our love in this world. These virtues also help us in essential
On True Love
Reckon not Love! Bound to beauty in face,
Reckless, but it is bearing insult and disgrace.
May that Love in her heart have endured.
So much wrath it had never stored
Eyes wailing now of bleeding stream
My face, my enemy hath its gleam.
Peacock’s rival color wringing in feather
Kings killed for their mighty splendor
The world is a mountain; our actions voice,
Echoing around, returning, no choice
Loving dead shall not much endure.
‘Cause life in them will never restore
Loving spirited, alive twinkles the eye
Feeling fresh like a blossom in the sky
Love that ‘Life’ that lives Divine.
Cherishes your heart with eternal wine
Love Him as all gracious Prophets did
With honor and respect, duly profited
No excuse! He is out of reach.
The pious never fail to beseech
Arrogance
Every one of us, like Jesus, cures the
world
Knowing the medicine for each ailment,
behold
Arrogance let them not ‘InSha’Allah,’
pronounce
Left by Him, what may their limitations denounce?
Not that they had not the “word” said
It was about their heart dead as a lead.
Many people talk without the “word.”
In their spirits but repeated, they heard.
Hence, hard as they found her cure, they strived.
All went fruitless malaise ever thrived.
When death knocks doctors loose
prudence
Astray medicine serves without guidance
On Keeping a Promise
Beware! Don’t let anyone peep into heart,
Even if the prince does enquire hard and fast
In your heart, keep your secret store,
You’ll get whatever you’re yearning for
Muhammad (SAW) hath advised:
Let your wish become a secret prayer,
Thy shall not encounter fear of failure.
When a seed is buried deep in the earth
Tomorrow shall get green mirth.
If gold and silver were not hidden
Only then is the earth so wealth-ridden
On Keeping One’s Wish a Secret
Beware! Don’t let anyone peep in your heart
Even if the prince does enquire hard and fast
Keep your secret well in your heart do store
You’ll get what your soul is yearning for
Muhammad (SAW) hath advised:
Let your wish become a secret prayer
Thy shall not encounter fear of failure
When seed is buried happy in the earth
Only then morrow faces green mirth
If gold and silver were not beneath hidden
How come the earth be so wealth ridden
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