The Seven Valleys and the Four Valleys
The Seven Valleys
a home in the nest of heaven. Be as naught, if thou wouldst kindle the fire of being and be fit for the pathway of love.
Love seizeth not upon a living soul,
The falcon preyeth not on a dead mouse.16
Love setteth a world aflame at every turn, and he wasteth every land where he carrieth his banner. Being hath no existence in his kingdom; the wise wield no command within his realm. The leviathan of love swalloweth the master of reason and destroyeth the lord of knowledge. He drinketh the seven seas, but his heart’s thirst is still unquenched, and he saith, “Is there yet any more?”17 He shunneth himself and draweth away from all on earth.
Love’s a stranger to earth and heaven too;
In him are lunacies seventy-and-two.18
He hath bound a myriad victims in his fetters, wounded a myriad wise men with his arrow. Know that every redness in the world is from his anger, and every paleness in men’s cheeks is
16 Persian mystic poem. Cf. The Hidden Words, No. 7, Arabic.
17 Qur’án 50:30.
18 Jalálu’d-Dín Rúmí Rúmí (1207–1273 A.D.); The Mathnaví. Jalálu’d-Dín Rúmí, called Mawláná (“our Master”), is the greatest of all Persian Ṣúfí poets, and founder of the Mawlaví “whirling” dervish order.