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VERY interesting Rumi poem (X-Rated)
By sumnunFrom the poetry of Rumi. (Mathnawi, V, 1333-1405)
There was a maidservant
who had cleverly trained a donkey
to perform the services of a man.
From the gourd,
she had carved a flanged device
to fit on the donkey's penis, to keep him
from going too far into her.
She had fashioned it just to the point
of her pleasure, and she greatly enjoyed
the arrangement, as often as she could.
She thrived, but the donkey was getting
a little thin and tired-looking.
The mistress began to investigate. One day
she peeked through a crack in the door
and saw the animal's marvelous member
and the delight of the girl
stretched under the donkey.
She said nothing. Later, she knocked on the door
and called the maid out on an errand,
a long and complicated errand.
I won't go into details.
The servant knew what was happening, though.
"Ah, my mistress," she though to herself,
"you should not send away the expert.
When you begin to work without full knowledge,
you risk your life. Your shame keeps you
from that to join with this donkey.
There's a trick you don't know!"
But the woman was too fascinated with her idea
to consider any danger. She led the donkey in
and closed the door, thinking, "With no one around
I can shout in my pleasure."
She was dizzy
with anticipation, her vagina glowing
and singing like a nightingale.
She arranged the chair under the donkey,
as she had seen the girl do. She raised her legs
and pulled him into her.
Her fire kindled more,
and the donkey politely pushed as she urged him to,
pushed through and into her intestines,
and without a word, she died.
The chair fell one way,
and she the other.
The room was smeared with blood.
Reader,
have you ever seen anyone martyred
for a donkey? Remember what the Quran says
about the torment of disgracing yourself.
Don't sacrifice your life to your animal-soul!
If you die of what that leads you to do,
you are just like this woman on the floor.
She is an image of immoderation.
Remember her,
and keep your balance.
The maidservant returns and says, "Yes, you saw
my pleasure, but you didn't see the gourd
that put a limit on it. You opened
your shop before a Master
taught you the craft."
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Donkey - temptation/desire, not just in a sexual sense
Mistress/Woman - every human, man or woman
Maidservant - knowledge/wisdom, the upper brain
Mistress' death - punishment for sin (hell, note how painful it must have been)
Even though it is a donkey (and bestiality is obviously incorrect), let?s say for argument that the donkey is a tool of the maidservant?s. The mistress, by taking up with the "tool" (because she sees what pleasure it brings the maidservant), wants to experience that pleasure for herself. So by her taking up with the "tool" she is committing a wrong against the maidservant (potentially, against humanity), she is stealing the maidservant's pleasure. The mistress' death is punishment for her lack of control or thought in her overall actions. She is careless. The maidservant has the same basic desire as the mistress. However, not only does the maidservant not steal, but she carefully plans the correct way of having pleasure. She thinks of the possible harm that may come by seeking the pleasure, and comes up with a way to have it without sacrificing her mental or physical well being. She had a plan, put in the necessary work and has earned the benefits.
Like finding the right mate and marring, rather than, for instance, sleeping around and getting a disease etc. Like earning the income that it takes to live like J.Lo rather than pretending with credit cards and going bankrupt. Like earning political popularity/power rather than assuming the throne and facing the inevitable coup d'?tat that will end your life.
I believe the point is for all of us to realize that there are pleasures from life that are gifts from god. However, these gifts should not taken advantage of but be cherished and honored. Moral of the story is to not be simple minded, instead use the gift of reasoning, moral judgment and choice that we humans alone were granted.
anthropology, yes, you have internalized colonial sensibilities...whats next, you'll find the use of a lota to be beneath you? haha kidding. i love my lota.
