Shabistari - Free Will

FREE-WILL

You say,
"I myself have Free-will,
For my body is the horse and my soul the rider,
The reins of the body are in the hands of the
soul, the entire direction is given to me."

Oh ! foolish one, these are falsehoods and delusions
That come from an illusory existence.

As your essence is nothingness,
How can you have Free-will ?
Seeing that your being is one with not-being,
Whence comes this Free-will of yours ?

Imagination distributes actions
As in a play or a farce,
For when your actions were planned,
Before your existence,
You were created for a certain purpose,
By the desire of the Truth.
Therefore is man predestined, before his existence,
To certain appointed work.
. . . (Oh, wondrous ways of Thine, without how or why I)

The honour of man consists of slavery,
In having no share of Free-will.

 Of himself man has nothing,
Yet of good and evil God asks him,
Man has no choice, he is under control.
Oh ! poor soul, he seems free, yet is a slave.

Give yourself up to the Truth,
For you are helpless in his grasp ;
Freedom from self you will find in the All,
And, O Dervish ! in the Truth you will find riches

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