Fariduddin Attar. likes. Farīd ud-Dīn ‘Attār was a Persian Muslim poet, theoretician of Sufism, and hagiographer from Nīshāpūr who had an abiding. Results 1 – 12 of 15 Mar 2, by Farid-Uddin Attar Aus Fariduddin ‘Attars “Heiligenbiographie”. by Fariduddin Attar and Annemarie Schimmel. Fariduddin Attar was one of the earliest Sufi poets of Persia, and there is no doubt that the work of Attar was the inspiration of Rumi and of many other spiritual.

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It is like saying, ‘I love you very much, but I do not like looking at your face! They were so terrified by the discourse of the hoopoe that a great number died on the spot where they were assembled. Only from the universal soul does he get the salutary advice that he can find the deliverance he seeks nowhere except in himself.

Then He asks His child why the lamp is blown out. Attar’s only known prose work which he worked on throughout much of his life and which was available publicly before his death, is a biography of Muslim saints and mystics.

Information about Attar’s life is rare and scarce. Love has its time at every stage of life. Destruction, annihilation or death might seem a very different change; yet, there are a thousand deaths that we die in life.

Either we live with our limitation, or we let God reign there in His unlimited Being.

Fariduddin Attar

And as they have become entities in a vacuum with no sense of eternity. Therefore, whatever a man may seem to us, materialist, atheist or agnostic, we cannot really call him that because, in the end, his goal is the same and his attainment is the same. They die, as fariduddni, in squalid pain; if we Must perish in this quest, that, certainly, Is better than a life of filth and grief.


Forthwith, the Sheikh set out on the way towards Roum to meet her; his disciples essayed to stop him and said, “Was thy repentance not real? Attar varies the monotony of the long speeches of the Hoopoe and the other attar by inserting anecdotes, of which the following is one of the most striking: As sources on the hagiology and phenomenology of Sufism, however, his works have immense value.

Attar has roamed through the seven cities of love while we have barely turned down the first street. In point of fact, whatever one makes of oneself, one becomes that.

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A chamberlain of the King, who saw these thirty hapless birds without feathers or wings, questioned them whence they came, and why. Folio from an illustrated manuscript dated c. In his choice and narration of edifying and memorable stories, he shows a distinctive taste of his own. If he really reaches the depths of knowledge, if he goes far enough, then whatever he was searching for, he will arrive at the same goal.

This is my body, my mind, my home, my individuality. I have drunk wine, I have fairduddin idols; no one could do more for love than I atar done. I’d rather die deceived by dreams than give My heart to home and trade and never live.


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The whole world becomes a kind of stage to him, full of players. Once past the veil you understand the Way From which the crowd’s atrar courtiers blindly stray.

He said, ‘I have been puzzling for many, many years and reading books, and I have not been able to find a definite answer. Now, this capacity may be filled with self, or it may be filled with God. On his father’s death, Fariduddin carried fariduxdin the business, whence he received his cognomen Attar druggist. We’ve been and heard so much – what have we learned?

And as man is born with this tendency, he cannot be satisfied until by searching he has obtained the knowledge he wishes to have. For interpretation of the frame-story, see also F. The “chamberlain of grace” came out, opened a door, and presented them with a document which he ordered them to read.

But in every shape I am impregnated with the bitter savour of mortality.

Art thou turning back again to folly? It is man’s delusion, his own imagination, which makes death dreadful to him.

When he awoke in the morning he found himself again a slave at his old post. This page was last edited on 27 Decemberat Spiritual happiness is the only happiness; there is no other.