A certain incantation of beauty is thrust into the eye of desire, leaving one hapless and inept with longing, on the brink of insanity in body and mind and at the same time transcendent into the spiritual void of the Divine.
Qais falls in love with the moon princess, Laila whose name means sweetheart.
It was a deep black sentiment in his soul, screaming out in its numbness, a feeling so, bleak that the night would shimmer in its wake; this was the delirious circumstance in which Qais found the moon princess Laila,
Upon first sight, Qais begged his heart to be still but it would not obey; instead, it shook as an earthquake and howled like the white wolf and gave him away. And in his embarrassment, in his ineptness, Laila saw in him a diamond hidden within a lump of black coal. Alas, the heart speaks volumes especially when you demand it be silent. This was Qais beginning with Laila, a beginning that would last a lifetime in every breath.
With an expression aglow as the solitary flame of a candle in a darkened room, surrounding a smile naturally formed to invite his interest, Laila was beauty and perfection all in one. The acquiescence that congealed in her was foreign to Qais, he was melting in her presence and would gladly have disintegrated as a moth to a flame.
Qais love is so obsessive that he’s deemed insane and forbidden from seeing his beloved Laila in the flesh again. Thus he sees her in everything else. Qais roams the streets known only as Majnu, which in Persian means,“ love stricken, possessed, madness, a lunatic”.
Qais felt Cupid’s arrow responsible, laced with the same potion given Tristan and Isolde in that long ago land of Avalon. So he was bound to Laila, he hadn’t any choice in the matter; He surrendered freely and completely, all caution to the wind.
Sadly her father marries her to another man.
Thus Qais, the fool, the simpleton, who is one sighted in love; and therefore blessed in his foolishness, is given to Divine vision; for his wisdom is direct and not diminished by the many facets of the mind.
To have too much levied against the heart leads to indecision which is worse than to not have loved at all. Qais simple direct desire for his beloved is strong even in the face of failure or tragedy. To go the way of the foolish and where they rush is the one true Source of love and light, an enlightened path; more so than one who has too much pull on the heart.
*Based on the poem by Ganjavi
*photo courtesy of Pixabay