Penny Dreadfuls, 1900 · page 67 of 142
Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, and the Salaman and Absal of Jami — page 67: what you’re looking at
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# Page Analysis This is a page of running prose narrative from "Notice of Jámi's Life," page 41. The text describes Jámi's education at a school founded by Timur in Samarkand, where he excelled in Persian studies and impressed his teachers. A spiritual vision from the Sufi master Mohammed Saaduddin Kashghari summons him to Herat, where the Sheikh recognizes him as a promising disciple ("a Falcon in my Snare"). The passage concludes by noting Jámi's devoted studies under this master, illustrating his dedication with a poetic line about being lured back from holiday. The page features decorative corner ornaments typical of Victorian-era printing.
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i Soke sg NOTICE OF JAmi’sS LIFE. ward to one founded by the Great Timir at Samar- cand. There he not only outstript his Fellow- students in the very Encyclopedic Studies of Persian Education, but even puzzled his Doctors in Logic, Astronomy, and Theology; who, however, with unresenting Gravity welcomed him—*“ Lo! a new Light added to our Galaxy !”—And among them in the wider Field of Samarcand he might have liked to remain, had not a Dream recalled him to Herat. A Vision of the Great Safi Master there, Mohammed Saaduddin Kashghari, appeared to him in his Sleep, and bade him return to One who would satisfy all Desire. Jami returned to Herat; he saw the Sheikh discoursing with his Disciples by the Door of the Great Mosque ; day after day passed him by without daring to present himself; but the Master’s Eye was upon him; day by day drew him nearer and nearer—till at last the Sheikh announces to those about him—‘“‘ Lo! this Day have I taken a Falcon in my Snare!” Under him Jami began his Safi Noviciate, with such Devotion, both to Study and Master, that going, he tells us, but for one Summer Holiday into the Country, a single Line sufficed to “lure the Tassel-gentle back again ;” ‘‘Lo! here am I, and Thou look’st on the Rose !” : PHI (COIN) DOO S| (C©) IG