He was born in Kadkan, a village near Neishabour in Khorasan Razavi which is in the north-east of Iran. He left his birthplace and traveled to Egypt, Mecca, Damascus, India, and other regions to seek wisdom. The obstacles and difficulties of those who step in the path, the ways of overcoming those obstacles and difficulties, are explained in the finest details. The main purpose in this trip for a human being is to recognize themself and their own passion. The doubts and questions arose among the birds.
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Your face is neither infinite nor ephemeral. You can never see your own face, only a reflection, not the face itself. Make it a place to retire to, a kind of monastery cave, a retreat for the deepest core of your being. Attar of Nishapur The Conference of the Birds I am alone; make me your single goal - My presence is sufficient for your soul; I am your God, your one necessity - With every breath you breathe, remember Me.
Our glorious King cannot admit All comers to His court; it is not fit That every rascal who sleeps out the night Should be allowed to glimpse its radiant light. Most are turned back, and few perceive the throne; Among a hundred thousand there is one.
For all Is God, and but a talisman are heaven and earth To veil Divinity. For heaven and earth, Did He not permeate them, were but names; Know then, that both this visible world and that Which unseen is, alike are God Himself, Naught is, save God: and all that is, is God. Attar of Nishapur The home we seek is in eternity; The Truth we seek is like a shoreless sea, Of which your paradise is but a drop.
This ocean can be yours; why should you stop Beguiled by dreams of evanescent dew? The secrets of the sun are yours, but you Content yourself with motes trapped in its beams. Turn to what truly lives, reject what seems - Which matters more, the body or the soul? Be whole: desire and journey to the Whole. What do all seek so earnestly? Tis Love. Love is the subject of their inmost thoughts, In Love no longer "Thou" and "I" exist, For self has passed away in the Beloved.
He who would know the secret of both worlds Will find that the secret of them both is Love. The more a man or woman knows, the greater the bewilderment, the closer to the sun the more dazzled, until a point is reached where one no longer is. A mystic knows without knowledge, without intuition or information, without contemplation or description or revelation.
Mystics are not themselves. They do not exist in selves. They move as they are moved, talk as words come, see with sight that enters their eyes. I met a woman once and asked her where love had led her. Loved one and lover and love are infinite. When Death comes to open the lid of the coffin, Each one who has wings will fly off to Eternity, But those without will remain locked in the coffin. So, my friends, before the lid of this coffin is taken off, Do all you can to become a bird of the Way to God; Do all you can to develop your wings and your feathers Attar of Nishapur In this valley, Love is represented by fire, Reason by smoke.
When Love bursts into flame, Reason is forthwith dissipated like smoke. If ever you attain a clear vision of the unseen world, then only will you be able to realize the source of Love. By the odour of Love every atom in the world is intoxicated. It owes its existence to the existence of Love. If you possessed the spiritual insight to penetrate the invisible world, the atoms of the visible world would also become unveiled to you, but if you regard these with the eye of intellect, you will never comprehend love as you should.
Only one who has gone through the test and has become free can feel this spiritual devotion. You have not acquired such experience. You have not even the inspiration of love. You are selfish, dead, so to say, and therefore unworthy of love. He who enters upon this path should have thousands of hearts, fired with devotion, so that every moment he may be able to sacrifice a hundred souls. Your soul would not trade that freedom for the warmth of where it was.
Let loving lead your soul. Keep quiet and secret with soul-work. God sewed that robe. Leave it as it is. Be more deeply courageous.
Attar of Nishapur
Main article: History of Nishapur Nishapur was founded during the Sasanian dynasty and in the 9th century it became the capital of the Tahirid dynasty and by the 10th century was under Samanid rule. The city became an important and properous administrative center under the Samanids. In , it was conquered by the Seljuks. Despite being sacked by the Oghuz Turks in and suffering several earthquakes, Nishapur continued as an important urban center until it was destroyed by Genghis Khan and the Mongols in George Curzon remarked that Nishapur had been destroyed and rebuilt more times than any other city in history,  an evocative statement whether or not it is statistically true.
Your face is neither infinite nor ephemeral. You can never see your own face, only a reflection, not the face itself. Make it a place to retire to, a kind of monastery cave, a retreat for the deepest core of your being. Attar of Nishapur The Conference of the Birds I am alone; make me your single goal - My presence is sufficient for your soul; I am your God, your one necessity - With every breath you breathe, remember Me. Our glorious King cannot admit All comers to His court; it is not fit That every rascal who sleeps out the night Should be allowed to glimpse its radiant light.
Attar of Nishapur Quotes
I shall trample Matter and Space with my horse , beyond all Being I shall utter a great shout, and in that moment when I shall be alone with Him, I shall whisper secrets to all mankind. For Self has passed away in the Beloved. Do all you can to become a bird of the Way to God ; Do all you can to develop your wings and your feathers. Yet what are seas and what is air? For all Is God , and but a talisman are heaven and earth To veil Divinity Since I have neither sign nor name I shall speak only of things unnamed and without sign.
Attar, the Sufi Poet and Master of Rumi
If he had rivals,then I know of none; The earth resounded with this paragon. When riding through his streets he did not fail To hide his features with a scarlet veil. Whoever scanned the veil would lose his head; Whoever spoke his name was left for dead, The tongue ripped from his mouth; whoever thrilled With passion for this king was quickly killed. A thousand for his love expired each day, And those who saw his face, in blank dismay Would rave and grieve and mourn their lives away- To die for love of that bewitching sight Was worth a hundred lives without his light. Since few could bear his sight, they were content To hear the king in sober argument, But while they listened they endure such pain As made them long to see their king again. The king commanded mirrors to be placed About the palace walls, and when he faced Their polished surfaces his image shone With mitigated splendour to the throne.