A Slave’s Freedom

Loghman of Sarrakhs cried: “Dear God, behold
Your faithful servant, poor, bewildered, old–
An old slave is permitted to go free;
I’ve spent my life in patient loyalty,
I’m bent with grief, my black hair’s turned to snow;
Grant manumission, Lord, and let me go.”


A voice replied: “When you have gained release
from mind and thought, your slavery will cease;
You will be free when these two disappear.”

By Farid ud-Din Attar
English version by Afkham Darbandi and Dick Davis
Original Language Persian/Farsi

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