The Walled Garden of Truth: The Hadiqa (English and Persian Edition) [Abu Al- Majd Majdud Ibn Adam Sanai Al-Ghaznavi, Hakim Sanai, David Pendlebury] on. Discourses In November and December , Osho introduces Hakim Sanai’s Hadiqa or Garden Hakim Sanai: this name is as sweet to me as honey, as sweet . Kitāb-i mustaṭāb-i Kullīyāt-i (Collection of works from Hakim Sanai) contains poetic works of Abu al-Majd Majdud ibn Adam Sanai Ghaznwai (died circa ).

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Just as Sosan has been able to catch the very soul of Zen, Hakim Sanai has been able to catch the very soul of Sufism. Such books are not written, they are born. Nobody can compose them. They are not manufactured in the mind, by the mind; they come from the beyond. They are a gift. They are born as mysteriously as a child is born, or a bird or a saani flower. They come to us, they are gifts.

So first we will enter into the mysterious birth of this great book ‘The Hadiqa’: The story is tremendously haikm. The Sultan of Ghazna, Bahramshab, was moving with his great army towards India on a journey of conquest.

Hakim Sanai, his famous court-poet, was also with him, accompanying him on the journey of this conquest. They came alongside a great garden, a walled garden.

That is the meaning of Firdaus: They were in a hurry; with a great army the Sultan was moving to conquer India. He had no time. But something mysterious happened and he had to stop; there was no way to avoid it. He was hdiqa lover of music, but he had never heard something like this.

He had great musicians in his court and great singers and dancers, hdaiqa nothing to be compared with this. The sound of singing and the music and the dance — he had only heard it from outside, but he had to order the army to stop. It was so ecstatic. The very sound of the dance and the music and the singing was psychedelic, as if wine was pouring into haim The phenomenon appeared not to be of this world.

Something of the beyond was certainly in it: He had to stop to listen to it. There was ecstasy in it hadia so sweet and yet so painful, it was heart-rending.

Hakim Sanai: The Walled Garden of Truth

He wanted to move, he was in a hurry; he had to reach India soon, this was the right time to conquer the enemy. But there was no way. There was such strong, strange, irresistible magnetism in the sound that in spite of himself he had to go into the garden. It was Lai-Khur, a great Sufi mystic, but known to the masses only as a drunkard and a madman. Lai- Khur is one of the greatest names in the whole history of the world.


Collection of Works from Hakim Sanai

Except for this story, nothing has survived. But Lai-Khur has lived in the memories of the Sufis, down the ages. He continued haunting the world of the sufis, because never again was such a man seen.

He was so drunk that people were not wrong in calling him a drunkard. He was drunk twenty-four hours, drunk with the divine. He walked like a drunkard, he lived like a drunkard, utterly oblivious of the world.

And his utterances were just mad. This is the highest peak of ecstasy, when expressions of the mystic can only be understood by other mystics. For the hadiqz masses they look irrelevant, they look like gibberish.

But even Jabbar was nothing compared to Lai-Khur. To the ignorant, his utterances were outrageous, sacrilegious, against tradition and against all formalities, mannerisms and etiquette — against all that is known and understood as religion. But to those who knew, they were nothing but pure gold. He was available only to the chosen few, because only very few hadiqaa can rise to such a height where he lived. He lived on Everest — the Everest of consciousness, beyond the clouds.

Only those who were fortunate enough hasiqa courageous enough to climb the mountain were able to understand what he was saying.

To the common masses he was a madman. To the knowers he was just a vehicle of God, and all that was coming through him was pure truth: He had made himself deliberately notorious. That was his way of becoming invisible to the masses. Sufis do that; they have a very strange method of becoming invisible. This has been an ancient method of the sufis so that they can work with their disciples.

You can see it happening here.

You are my Sufis. I am almost invisible to the people who live in Poona. I am here and not here: I am not here for them, I am here only for you. I am invisible even to the neighbors here. Lai-Khur had made himself deliberately notorious.

Now, can you find a sanal notorious man than me? And it is so good: He was now visible only to the perceptive. A master, if he really wants to work, if he means business, has to become invisible to those who are not authentic seekers.

That is what Gurdjieff used to do. Gurdjieff must have learnt a few things from Lai-Khur. Gurdjieff had lived with Sufi masters for many years before he became a master in his own right. And when I have finished this story you will see many similarities between Gurdjieff and Lai-Khur.

Religious people are not supposed to drink wine. It is one of the greatest sins for a Muslim to drink wine; it is against the Koran, it is against the religious idea of how a saint should be. The Sultan must have got mad. He must have been furious — sanaai him blind? But he was under the great ecstatic impact of Lai-Khur. Sansi beautiful haki, and the music and the dance were still haunting him, they were still there in his heart.


He was transported to another world. But others objected, his generals and his courtiers objected.

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When objections were raised, Lai-Khur laughed madly and insisted that the Sultan deserved blindness for embarking on such a foolish journey. All will be left behind.

The idea of conquering is stupid, utterly stupid. Where are you going? What more is needed for a man to be called blind? If he is not blind then he should go back to his home and forget all about this conquest.

The man who has eyes searches for the treasure within. The man who is blind rushes all over the world, begging, robbing people, murdering, in the hope that he will find something that he is missing. It is never found that way, because it is not outside that you have lost it. You have lost it in your own being: Lai-Khur insisted that the Sultan was blind. Forget all about this conquest, and never again go on any other conquest.

This is all nonsense! The Sultan was impressed, but was not capable of going back. It must have been the same situation as had happened before, when Alexander the Great was coming to conquer India, and another mystic, Diogenes laughed at him.

For what are you going on such a long journey? Hakmi what are you going to gain by conquering India, or by conquering he whole world?

I have not even Thought of conquering the world. So if you are conquering the world and trying to become victorious just to rest and relax, it looks absolutely meaningless, because Id am resting without conquering anything. And the bank of this river is big enough, it can contain us both. Throw away your clothes and take a sanaii sunbath and forget all about conquering!

The same must have been the situation with the Sultan Bahramshah, and Lai-Khur must have wanai again the same type of man. In this world there have been only two types of people: It is the same haim played again and again, the same story enacted again and again. Sometimes it is Alexander the Great who is playing the blind person and it is Diogenes who tries to wake him up.