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  • 7/9/2003

The jackal that pretended to be a peacock

A JACKAL, once got into a dyeing-vat and there tarried for a space. Then he got out again, and his skin was stained with the dye.
'See, I have become the Peacock of Heaven's Heights!' he cried.
Indeed, his dyed fur had acquired a delightful sheen, and when the sun shone upon those colours he beheld himself green and crimson, russet and gold. So he displayed himself to the other jackals.
'Little jackal,' they all exclaimed, 'what is the matter? Why is your head full of such perverse glee? You have gone apart form us in your exultation; what is the ground for your high disdain?'
'You here,' one of the jackals went up to him and cried, 'are you a pretender, or is your heart truly joyous? You have perpetrated a fraud so as to jump up on the pulpit and with your vainglory make all the people envious. You have laboured much but experienced no true ardour, so you have displayed a fraudulent piece of impudence.'
The multicoloured jackal slunk up quietly and whispered into the ear of the reprover.
'Why, just look at me! Look at my colours! No idolater possesses an idol like me. I have become lovely and many-hued as the garden. Do not turn your head form em: bow down before me! See my pomp and splendour, my sheen, my glitter, my colour! Call me the Pride of the World, the Pillar of the Faith! I have become the theatre of the grace Divine, I have become the tablet expounding the majesty of God. You jackals, beware! Do not call me a jackal; how should a jackal possess so much beauty?
The jackals gathered about him like moths around a candle.
'Say, what shall we call you then, creature of pure substance?'
'Peacocks of the Spirit,' they then said to him, 'hold displays in the Garden of Roses. Do you make such a display?'
'No,' he replied. 'How should I tread the streets of Mina, never having gone into the desert?'
'Do you utter the peacocks' cry?'
'No,' he answered.
'Then you are not a peacock, father of lofty airs! The glory-robe of the peacock is the gift of heaven; how should you ever attain to it by means of dyes and false pretences?'

FromTales from: Masnavi, Jalal al-Din Rumi

Translated by A.J. Arberry

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