Nothing but a figure of clay

8 November 2007

Wealth has no permanence: it comes in the morning,
and at night it is scattered to the winds.
Physical beauty too has no importance,
for a rosy face is made pale by the scratch of a single thorn.
Noble birth also is of small account,
for many become fools of money and horses.
Many a nobleman’s son has disgraced his father by his wicked deeds.
Don’t court a person full of talent either,
even if he seems exquisite in that respect:
take warning from the example of Iblis.
Iblis had knowledge, but since his love was not pure,
he saw in Adam nothing but a figure of clay.

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Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
“Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance”


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4 Comments to “Nothing but a figure of clay”

  1. An excellent reminder from Rumi’s lovely poem. There is nothing that is lasting except Allah.

    Ya Haqq!

  2. The last shot: Al Pacino looks directly at the camera and says,
    “Vanity is definitely my favourite sin.”
    The credits start rolling.

    The Devil’s Advocate (1997).

  3. Very deep and thought provoking! Keep englighting us!

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