Chapter 47: We Shall Be Again Together
What was given us here we shall keep,
And if it suffices not, then again must we come together and together stretch our hands unto the giver.
The giver is one - existence. If this day has not been a day of fulfillment, we will meet again, and together stretch our hands unto the giver.
Almustafa is saying, “Whatever I have given to you were not my words, and whatever I have given to you was not my possession. I was only a messenger here, delivering a message from the ultimate. But if you have not heard it, there is nothing to be worried about.” He is giving them the final blessing; he is worried that they may regret. He is feeling a deep sadness because they will miss him; only now will they miss him.
“We will stretch our hands together unto the giver another day. We are beings of eternity; days come and go, we are always here. So whatever is gone, let it be gone. If I have even sown in you the seed of longing for the unknown and the unattainable, that’s enough. Another day we shall meet together, and stretch our hands to the giver.”
Forget not that I shall come back to you.
“You are very forgetful, so forgetful that you have forgotten yourself too. I know that soon I will become a faded memory, and you may even start doubting whether there was such a man - or have I only been hallucinating?”
And this is not mere poetry. When the Western scholars started translating Eastern scriptures they could not believe. Their conditioning was Christian, and Christianity believes that God created the world only six thousand years ago. Their Christian conditioning caused great trouble because they came across scriptures which were ten thousand years old, and according to some, ninety thousand years old.
If a great scripture was born ninety thousand years ago, the civilization must have come of age; otherwise that scripture could not have been born. Humanity must be older than the scriptures. And they are so cultured that even in ninety thousand years we have not been able to create another language which is as perfect as Sanskrit. You cannot find a single flaw, a single loophole in it. This cannot happen in one day, this takes time - thousands of years - to develop.
Your forgetfulness is such that any idiotic conditioning can be imposed on you, and once the conditioning is imposed on you, you try to figure out everything according to your conditioning. The Christian scholars were amazed, but they somehow tried to fix everything within six thousand years. About scriptures it was easy, but what to do about cities?