Masnavi 2.0

Prologue

The composition of this Masnavi has been delayed for a

season. Time is needed for blood to become milk. Till thy fortune comes forth as a new-born babe, Blood becomes not milk, sweet and pleasant to the mind. When that light of God, Husamu-’d-Din Turned his course down from the summit of heaven, — While he had ascended to sublimest verities, In the absence of his spring the buds blossomed not, — But when out of that sea he came to shore, The lute of the poesy of the Masnavi sounded again. This Masnavi, which is the polisher of spirits, — Its recommencement occurred on the day of “Opening.” The commencement date of this precious work Was the year six hundred and sixty-two of the Flight. The Bulbul started on this date and became a hawk; Yea, a hawk to hunt out these mysteries. May the wrist of the King be the resting-place of this

hawk, And may this door be open to the people for ever!