Farīd Ud-Dīn Attar, THE CONFERENCE OF THE BIRDS《百鳥朝鳳》“Book of Imaginary Beings” Jorge Luis Borges 的《想像的動物》
In reiterating this idea of the chimera (whose name is likely drawn from a volcano of that name) as a metaphor for a task or entity that lies beyond human conception, the Argentine writer Jorge Luis Borges notes in his “Book of Imaginary Beings” (translated in 1967 by Andrew Hurley), “The incoherent shape fades away and the word remains to stand for ‘the Impossible.’”
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A 19th- or 20th-century Chinese painting of Leigong, the god of thunder, who is typically depicted with bat wings and a bird beak.Credit...The Trustees of the British Museum1998年年底的戴明紀念會上，我講有關以西遊記比喻戴明晚年成
「西牟」是種不朽的鳥（類似鳳凰），築巢在知識樹上。根據十二
阿塔（另譯哈塔，為成吉思汗的士兵所殺）寫過一首四千五百句對句
「遠古的鳥王西牟（意思為「三十隻鳥），在中國某地拋下一根光彩奪目的羽毛，眾鳥知道這事後，立即一陣騷動， 決定出發找這位鳥王。 開始時，有的鳥兒喪失了勇氣，開了小差：因為夜鶯向改魂求愛； 鸚鵡祈求美麗鎖在籠中；鷓鴣（松雞）在山中不能沒有家；蒼鷺不能 沒有沼澤；貓頭鷹不能沒有廢墟。 後來，眾鳥冒險出發了。它們越過七谷七海（最後第二海洋叫「迷 海」，最後名為「滅海」）。殘生的，受盡折磨卻沒離開的，最後只 剩下三十隻，千辛萬苦後，抵達西牟大峰。終於得以見到鳥王。 他們最後才明白，他們自己就是西牟；西牟就是他們每個個體，也 是他們的全體。」
一位大師的靈魂，就像《千面英雄》中的西藏菩薩畫（第十二圖）
又據張鴻年《波斯文學史》（北京：北京大學出版社，1993，
「全詩長9200行..詩中眾鳥。寓指蘇非信徒，途中比喻他們修行的磨難…真主原本在每個人的心中，信徒只要潛心修行， 敬主行善，就符合真主的意旨了。至於到外朝拜則是其次的。」
"For Attar, orthodoxy is just one more egoistic attachment that must be shattered to make room for the Divine. It’s a rebuke fit for dogmatists of every stripe and creed."
Why today's world needs the 12th-century Iranian poem THE CONFERENCE OF THE BIRDS: bit.ly/2qkYJoB
IN A 12TH-CENTURY IRANIAN POEM, A VISION OF SOLIDARITY WE NEED TODAY
WHAT WE CAN LEARN FROM THE CONFERENCE OF THE BIRDS
May 24, 2017 By Theodore McCombs
“That anyone has ever been able to surpass one of the great figures of the Divine Comedy seems incredible, and rightly so,” wrote Jorge Luis Borges, in his Nine Essays on Dante; “nevertheless, the feat has occurred.” Borges was speaking of the medieval Iranian poet Attar’s allegorical epic, Manteq al-Tayr, or The Conference of the Birds, and the magnificent image that caps the poem, of the mythical bird-deity of Persian literature, the Simorgh. Writers from Rumi to Borges to Porochista Khakpour have drawn on Attar and his sublime Simorgh, a vision of coherence in a divided world. Over eight centuries later, and with an exciting new translation released, by Iranian-American poet Sholeh Wolpé, Attar’s Simorgh still speaks to our moment of change and challenge: a moving and unsettling ideal from a very different, but very relevant time and place.
Farīd Ud-Dīn Attar, a pharmacist and poet in 12th-century Nishapur, Iran, composed The Conference of the Birds as a Sufi allegory for the soul’s journey to the Divine, with the Simorgh cast as the great king of the birds of the world. The birds look to the hoopoe, King Solomon’s favorite avian courier, to guide them on the Way to the Simorgh’s home on Mount Qaf. The birds present their fears, excuses, longings, and attachments to the hoopoe, who upbraids them to demolish their egos and fall into an ecstatic, irrational love with the Divine. The hoopoe illustrates each lesson with a series of parables on this not-quite-sane, often shocking love: there are kings who fall in love with male servants; there’s a Sufi sheikh who apostatizes for love of a Christian girl; there are blood-tears, and flayings, and every manner of holy fools ecstatically degrading themselves. The Way, Attar wants us to understand, is not confined by logic, worldly prudence, or even religious orthodoxy. Every form of ego must be sacrificed, even the conceit of rectitude.
The hoopoe’s lessons unnerve the birds so violently, some die on the spot. The remaining birds journey through countless ordeals and allegorical terrains with names like the Valley of the Quest and the Valley of Poverty and Annihilation. In the end, out of 100,000, only 30 pilgrims reach Mount Qaf. Purified and chastened by the journey, they behold the Simorgh: only to see their own reflection in the lake waters. Attar reveals his clever twist of language: si morgh, in Persian, means “30 birds.” All the birds are the Simorgh; Simorgh is them. Borges admired Attar’s economy of narrative: “adroitly, the searchers are what they seek.”
Sholeh Wolpé’s stunning new translation—the first in over 30 years—renders Attar’s engaging, singular voice with wit and flourish. As medieval Islamic allegorical epic translations go, The Conference of the Birds is also highly readable. Wolpé provides section outlines and headers to orient readers; she also makes the brilliant choice of presenting the parables as prose, emphasizing their substantive themes, while the birds’ speeches remain in a clear and lively verse. The first native Persian speaker and first woman to translate Conference, she renders genderless Persian nouns like “Simorgh” (and “God”) without that irritating Western resort to the ‘default’ masculine. (In the original mythology, the Simorgh is quite clearly a female deity.) Most importantly, Wolpé offers Attar’s masterwork not as a curiosity from a bygone age, but as a text of living wisdom whose message is always timely.
At a time when Islam is being presented both by hostile forces and extremist “champions” as a religion of grim, inflexible dogmas, Attar’s religiosity is a moving breath of freedom. For Attar, orthodoxy is just one more egoistic attachment that must be shattered to make room for the Divine. It’s a rebuke fit for dogmatists of every stripe and creed.
And while Attar wrote in a specific religious context, Wolpé chooses universal terms for the Divine, emphasizing accessibility over scholasticism. Conference isn’t really for would-be mystics in Boulder and Big Sur, but for a world beset by materialism, fear, and self-righteousness, by a damaging individualism that celebrates getting one’s own over the common good.
Wolpé’s translation comes right as we’ve elected a president who seems to embody all those things, and as many of us struggle to face the loss of national comforts, security, prosperity, and idealism. The Conference doesn’t just rebuke the proud demagogues of the age, but also goads the lukewarm who want to do good, but fear losing what looks like safety and happiness: those who are fine with #TheResistance, so long as it remains a hashtag. Attar the pharmacist writes powerfully about the disease of taking too small and close a view of things, a disease which afflicts all of us, and as cure proposes a radical openness to the other, the greater, and the more important.
“Populations do good or evil en masse: not as loosely affiliated individuals, but as movements, electorates, and economies.”
This cure plays out in unexpected ways within Attar’s surprisingly frequent trope, running through the parables, of an erotic drama between a king and his beautiful servant. Sometimes, the king is a clear allegory for the Divine, and his servant’s devotion or fickleness is raised as a model or warning. But other parables feature memorably unpredictable, dangerous, and foolish kings. In one, a king falls in love with “his silver-bodied servant,” and favors him by practicing archery, William Tell-style, with an apple balanced on the youth’s head. “In the meantime, I writhe,” the boy says, “my life always in danger for nothing at all.” These kings are living, strutting egos, embodying the pride and worldly anxiety the Wayfarer must repudiate.
The greatest sovereign in the poem, of course, is the Simorgh, who paradoxically is the pilgrim birds and their sovereign at once.
In his 1948 essay “The Simorgh and the Eagle,” Borges compared the paradox of Attar’s Simorgh to the Eagle in Dante’s Paradiso, in which thousands of righteous biblical and classical kings appear flying in eagle-shaped formation through the Heaven of Jupiter. “In the abstract,” Borges concedes, “the concept of a being composed of other beings does not appear promising,” citing the grotesque, composite allegory of Rumor in the Aeneid. But Borges praises the Eagle and the Simorgh as “one of the most memorable figures in Western literature, and another of Eastern literature,” while granting the advantage to Attar’s Simorgh:
The Eagle is merely implausible; the Simorgh, impossible. The individuals who make the Eagle are not lost in it (David serves as the pupil of one eye; Trajan, Ezekiel, and Constantine as brows); the birds that gaze upon the Simorgh are at the same time the Simorgh. The Eagle is a transitory symbol . . . ; those who form its shape with their bodies do not cease to be who they are; the ubiquitous Simorgh is inextricable.
This democratic corpus of Attar’s Simorgh contrasts with the tyrants in his parables, who marshal the collective force of their subordinates in service of their singular wills. It’s an especially potent contrast in our particular American political moment, as we watch our corporate CEO of a president wrangle with courts and entrenched bureaucracies while mass protests unfold in city centers. Trump is ego incarnate (some might say idincarnate), while the protestors—especially in the photos from the Women’s March in city after city—take on a composite, “inextricable” identity.
Attar’s image of the Simorgh captures something profound about how, especially today, populations do good or evil en masse: not as loosely affiliated individuals, but as movements, electorates, and economies. The complex ethics of the individual’s tiny, marginal impact on enormous moral events—whether it’s commuters taking the bus to fight climate change, or young people buying health insurance to lower the cost for everyone—is still being developed, and proving one of the most divisive flashpoints in the political landscape.
Attar doesn’t provide a solution to this question, but The Conference of the Birds does offer insight into the emotional and spiritual experience of this composite identity. It involves transcendence but also an annihilation of sorts, like any honest mysticism. It involves hardships and the loss of everything we cling to in order to feel better about ourselves. But the alternative is living falsely, attached to paltry, fleeting, even treacherous advantages, “always in danger for nothing at all.” Wealth, power, status, ostentation, the fear and respect of others: I look at Trump, I read and hear what he says, and I see a deeply unhappy man made more miserable by these things and his dread of losing them. As Attar tells us:
All that you have uttered,
all that you have heard,
all that you knew,
and all that you have seen,
all of it from the very start
is just the beginning of the fairy tale.
Disappear. This ruin is not your abode.
What matters is the essence of truth . . .
When the True Sun shines eternal,
does it matter if here is an atom
or here, its shadow?
Then, there are the faces of the marchers and protestors, unconcerned—at least for one cold Saturday morning, at least some of them—with anything like power and wealth, but caught up in the energy of the movement. Protests are, at their best, spectacles of affinity and unity; people see how many others, and how many different others, come together for something greater than themselves. “This is not a place of uniformity; here you find unity in diversity,” Attar writes of the Valley of Unity, the allegorical space where pilgrims shed the illusion of separateness.
That’s a profoundly hopeful vision for a country divided by media “bubbles” and polarization. It’s a hopeful vision for all of us.
話說伊朗
波斯文學當中有幾個知名的愛情故事，接下來幾篇準備來一個一個介紹，今天就從《列王紀》中的 Zal 跟 Rudabeh 開始，他們最知名的事蹟在於生下了波斯史詩第一英雄魯斯坦。
相傳 Zal 王子出身於英雄世家，家人都在波斯軍隊擔任將軍，因為出生時一頭白髮所以被命名為 Zal。因為長相奇特，父親把他丟棄在伊朗最高峰，結果反而遇到波斯聖鳥 Simurgh，由聖鳥撫養長大，這可謂人生開局就有奇遇。
後來父親聽到Zal 被聖鳥撫養的傳聞，到山下祈求天神原諒後接了 Zal 下山，並盡力補償過錯。臨走前，聖鳥給予 Zal 一支羽毛，若有危機情況可以拿出來召喚它。
數年後一年，父親出外征戰，Zal 代理王位，開始巡視東部省份，意外獲知喀布爾的統治者的女兒 Rudabeh 美若天仙，Zal 頓時陷入戀愛。
《列王紀》這麼描述 Rudabeh 的美貌，難怪 Zal 光看畫像就暈船。
「她的嘴唇如石榴花般嬌美，唇如櫻桃，她那銀色的胸膛曲線優美，雙乳如同石榴般飽滿。
她的雙眼宛如花園中的水仙花，睫毛的黑色似乎源自烏鴉的翅膀。
她的眉毛如特拉茲的弓般精心描繪，輕撒細粉，優雅地染上麝香色。
如果你尋找皎潔的明月，那就是她的面容；如果你渴望麝香的芬芳，它隱約停留在她的秀髮中。
從頭到腳，她宛如一座被鍍金的天堂，滿溢光輝、和諧與歡愉。」
在這幅細密畫中，Zal 來到喀布爾 Rudabeh 的樓下，用著自己帶的繩索爬進 Rudabeh 房間，兩人成為愛侶。
不過 Zal 的父親聽聞此事勃然大怒，因為喀布爾的統治者是蛇王扎哈克的後代，幾個世代被波斯英雄 Fereydun 所擊敗，而 Fereydun 的曾孫 Manuchehr 是當今波斯帝國的統治者，對於世代為波斯軍隊服務的父王來說是屬於不得體的行為，因此強硬地拒絕了 Zal 的婚姻請求。
不過在 Zal 的強烈要求下，這是鬧到了Manuchehr 皇宮做仲裁。Manuchehr 要求 Zal 展現武藝以及回答艱難的問題。在打敗皇宮當中最強的勇士以及出色回答問題後，波斯沙王Manuchehr 同意了這門婚事。
Zal 與 Rudabeh 成功地在喀布爾舉行婚禮，而洞房花燭夜那晚，Rudabeh 懷上了英雄魯斯坦。當要生產時，Rudabeh 出現難產，這時 Zal 拿出當初聖鳥送的羽毛，聖鳥讓 Zal 用羽毛進行剖腹產才順利完成生產，讓母子均安。聖鳥真是庇護了 Zal 兩代父子。
An Epic of Kings: The Great Mongol Shahnama
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An Epic of Kings: The Great Mongol Shahnama
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