I AM A CORPSE
Iamnothingbutacorpsenow,abodyatthebottomofawell.ThoughIdrewmylastbreathlongagoandmyhearthasstoppedbeating,noone,apartfromthatvilemurderer,knowswhat’shappeome.Asforthatwretch,hefeltformypulseandlistenedformybreathtobesureIwasdead,thenkickedmeinthemidriff,carriedmetotheedgeofthewell,raisedmeupanddroppedmebelow.AsIfell,myhead,whichhe’dsmashedwithastone,brokeapart;myface,myforeheadandcheeks,werecrushed;mybonesshattered,andmymouthfilledwithblood.
FornearlyfourdaysIhavebeenmissing:Mywifeandchildrenmustbeseargforme;mydaughter,spentfr,mustbestarifullyatthecourtyardgate.Yes,Iknowthey’reallatthewindow,hopingformyreturn.
But,aretheytrulywaiting?I’tevenbesureofthat.Maybethey’vegotteomyabsence—howdismal!Forhere,oherside,ohefeelingthatone’sformerlifepersists.Beforemybirththerewasinfiime,andaftermydeath,inexhaustibletime.Ihoughtofitbefore:I’dbeenlivingluminouslybetweeernitiesofdarkness.
Iy;IknownowthatI’dbeenhappy.ImadethebestilluminationsinOurSultan’sworkshop;noonecouldrivalmymastery.ThroughtheworkIdidprivately,Iearnedninehundredsilversamonth,whiaturally,onlymakesallofthisevenhardertobear.
Iwasresponsibleforpaintingandembellishingbooks.Iillumiheedgesofpages,ctheirborderswiththemostlifelikedesignsofleaves,branches,roses,flowersandbirds.Ipaintedscallopedese-styleclouds,clustersofoverlappingvinesandforestsofcolorthathidgazelles,galleys,sultans,trees,palaces,horsesandhunters.Inmyyouth,Iwoulddecorateaplate,orthebairror,orachest,orattimes,theceilingofamansionorofaBosphorusmanor,oreven,awoodenspoon.Inlateryears,however,IonlyworkedonmanuscriptpagesbecauseOurSultanpaidwellforthem.I’tsayitseemsinsignifiow.Youknowthevalueofmoneyevenwhenyou’redead.
Afterhearingthemirayvoiightthink,“Whocareswhatyouearnedwhenyouwerealive?Telluswhatyousee.Istherelifeafterdeath?
Where’syoursoul?WhataboutHeavenandHell?What’sdeathlike?Areyouinpain?”Yht,theliviremelycuriousabouttheAfterlife.
Maybeyou’veheardthestoryofthemanwhowassodrivenbythiscuriositythatheroamedamongsoldiersinbattlefields.Hesoughtamanwho’ddiedaurolifeamidthewourugglingfortheirlivesinpoolsofblood,asoldierwhocouldtellhimaboutthesecretsoftheOtherworld.Butoamerlane’swarriors,takingtheseekerfortheenemy,cleavedhiminhalfwithasmoothstrokeofhisscimitar,causinghimtocludethatintheHereaftermassplitintwo.
Nonsense!Quitetheopposite,I’devensaythatsoulsdividedinlifemergeintheHereafter.trarytotheclaimsofsinfulinfidelswho’vefalleheswayoftheDevil,thereisindeedanotherworld,thankGod,andtheproofisthatI’mspeakingtoyoufromhere.I’vedied,butasyouplainlytell,Ihaven’tceasedtobe.Granted,Imustfess,Ihaven’tenteredtheriversflowingbesidethesilverandgoldkiosksofHeaven,thebroad-leavedtreesbearingplumpfruitandthebeautifulvirgiioheGloriousKoran—thoughIdoverywellrecallhowoftehusiasticallyImadepicturesofthosewide-eyedhourisdescribedinthechapter“ThatWhichIsing.”Noristhereatraceofthoseriversofmilk,wine,freshwaterandhoneydescribedwithsuchflourish,notintheKoran,butbyvisionarydreamerslikeIbnArabi.ButIhavenoiioihofthosewholiverightfullythroughtheirhopesandvisionsoftheOtherworld,soletmedeclarethatallI’veseeesspecificallytomyownverypersonalcircumstances.Anybelieverwithevenalittleknowledgeoflifeafterdeathwouldknowthatamaltentinmystatewouldbehard-pressedtoseetheriversofHeaven.
Inshort,I,whoamknownasMasterElegantEffendi,amdead,butIhavenotbeenburied,andthereforemysoulhasnotpletelyleftmybody.Thisextraordinarysituation,althoughnaturallymycaseisn’tthefirst,hasinflictedhorriblesufferingupontheimmortalpartofme.ThoughIotfeelmycrushedskullormydeposingbodycoveredinwounds,fullofbrokenbonesandpartiallysubmergedinice-coldwater,Idofeelthedeeptormentofmysoulstrugglingdesperatelytoescapeitsmortalcoil.It’sasifthewholeworld,alongwithmybody,weretragintoabolusofanguish.
IlyparethistratothesurprisingsenseofreleaseIfeltduringtheunequaledmomentofmydeath.Yes,Iinstantlyuoodthatthewrettedtokillmewhenheuedlystruckmewithastoneandcrackedmyskull,butIdidn’tbelievehe’dfollh.IsuddenlyrealizedIefulman,somethingIhadn’tbeenawareofwhilelivingmylifeintheshadowsbetweenworkshopandhousehold.Igpassionately
tolifewithmynails,myfingersandmyteeth,whichIsankintohisskin.Iwon’tboreyouwiththepainfuldetailsofthesubsequentblowsIreceived.
WheninthecourseofthisagonyIknewIwoulddie,anincrediblefeelingofrelieffilledme.Ifeltthisreliefduringthemomentofdeparture;myarrivaltothissidewassoothing,likethedreamofseeingoneselfasleep.Thesnow-andmud-coveredshoesofmymurdererwerethelastthingsInoticed.IyeyesasifIweregoingtosleep,alypassedover.
Mypresentplaintisn’tthatmyteethhavefallesintomybloodymouth,oreventhatmyfacehasbeenmaimedbeynition,orthatI’vebeenabahedepthsofawell—it’sthateveryoneassumesI’mstillalive.Mytroubledsoulisanguishedthatmyfamilyandintimates,who,yes,thinkofmeoften,imaginemeerivialdealingssomewhereinIstanbul,orevenchasingafteranotherwoman.Enough!Findmybodywithoutdelay,prayformeandhavemeburied.Aboveall,findmymurderer!
Forevenifyouburymeimagnifibs,solongasthatwretchremainsfree,I’llwritherestlesslyinmygrave,waitingandiingyouallwithfaithlessness.Findthatson-of-a-whoremurdererandI’lltellyouiailjustwhatIseeierlife—butknowthis,afterhe’scaught,hemustbetorturedbyslowlysplinteriortenofhisbones,preferablyhisribs,withavisebeforepierghisscalpwithskewersmadeespeciallyforthetaskbytorturersandplugouthisdisgusting,oilyhair,strandbystrand,soheshriekseachtime.
Whoisthismurdererwhovexesmeso?Whyhashekilledmeinsuchasurprisingway?Becuriousandmindfulofthesematters.Yousaytheworldisfullofbaseandworthlesscriminals?Perhapsthisonedidit,perhapsthatone?
Inthatcaseletmecautionyou:Mydeathcealsanappallingspiracyagainstion,ourtraditionsandthewayweseetheworld.Openyoureyes,discoverwhytheehelifeinwhichyoubelieve,ofthelifeyou’reliving,andofIslam,havedestroyedme.Learnwhyoheymightdothesametoyou.Onebyone,everythiedbythegreatpreausretHojaofErzurum,towhomI’vetearfullylistened,isingtopass.Letmesayalsothatifthesituationintowhichwe’vefallenweredescribedinabook,eveexpertofminiaturistscouldneverhopetoillustrateit.AswiththeKodforbidI’mmisuood—thestaggeringpowerofsuchabookarisesfromtheimpossibilityofitsbeied.Idoubtyou’vefullyprehehisfact.
Listentome.WhenIreoofearedandthusignoredunderlyingtruthsandvoicesfrombeyond.I’djokeaboutsuchmatters.But
I’veendedupihsofthisdeplorablewell!Itcouldhappentoyou,bewary.Now,I’venothiodobuthopeformythhdecay,sotheyfiragmystench.I’venothingtodobuthope—andimagiurethatsomebenevolentmanwillinflictuponthatbeastlymurdereroncehe’sbeencaught.松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读
FornearlyfourdaysIhavebeenmissing:Mywifeandchildrenmustbeseargforme;mydaughter,spentfr,mustbestarifullyatthecourtyardgate.Yes,Iknowthey’reallatthewindow,hopingformyreturn.
But,aretheytrulywaiting?I’tevenbesureofthat.Maybethey’vegotteomyabsence—howdismal!Forhere,oherside,ohefeelingthatone’sformerlifepersists.Beforemybirththerewasinfiime,andaftermydeath,inexhaustibletime.Ihoughtofitbefore:I’dbeenlivingluminouslybetweeernitiesofdarkness.
Iy;IknownowthatI’dbeenhappy.ImadethebestilluminationsinOurSultan’sworkshop;noonecouldrivalmymastery.ThroughtheworkIdidprivately,Iearnedninehundredsilversamonth,whiaturally,onlymakesallofthisevenhardertobear.
Iwasresponsibleforpaintingandembellishingbooks.Iillumiheedgesofpages,ctheirborderswiththemostlifelikedesignsofleaves,branches,roses,flowersandbirds.Ipaintedscallopedese-styleclouds,clustersofoverlappingvinesandforestsofcolorthathidgazelles,galleys,sultans,trees,palaces,horsesandhunters.Inmyyouth,Iwoulddecorateaplate,orthebairror,orachest,orattimes,theceilingofamansionorofaBosphorusmanor,oreven,awoodenspoon.Inlateryears,however,IonlyworkedonmanuscriptpagesbecauseOurSultanpaidwellforthem.I’tsayitseemsinsignifiow.Youknowthevalueofmoneyevenwhenyou’redead.
Afterhearingthemirayvoiightthink,“Whocareswhatyouearnedwhenyouwerealive?Telluswhatyousee.Istherelifeafterdeath?
Where’syoursoul?WhataboutHeavenandHell?What’sdeathlike?Areyouinpain?”Yht,theliviremelycuriousabouttheAfterlife.
Maybeyou’veheardthestoryofthemanwhowassodrivenbythiscuriositythatheroamedamongsoldiersinbattlefields.Hesoughtamanwho’ddiedaurolifeamidthewourugglingfortheirlivesinpoolsofblood,asoldierwhocouldtellhimaboutthesecretsoftheOtherworld.Butoamerlane’swarriors,takingtheseekerfortheenemy,cleavedhiminhalfwithasmoothstrokeofhisscimitar,causinghimtocludethatintheHereaftermassplitintwo.
Nonsense!Quitetheopposite,I’devensaythatsoulsdividedinlifemergeintheHereafter.trarytotheclaimsofsinfulinfidelswho’vefalleheswayoftheDevil,thereisindeedanotherworld,thankGod,andtheproofisthatI’mspeakingtoyoufromhere.I’vedied,butasyouplainlytell,Ihaven’tceasedtobe.Granted,Imustfess,Ihaven’tenteredtheriversflowingbesidethesilverandgoldkiosksofHeaven,thebroad-leavedtreesbearingplumpfruitandthebeautifulvirgiioheGloriousKoran—thoughIdoverywellrecallhowoftehusiasticallyImadepicturesofthosewide-eyedhourisdescribedinthechapter“ThatWhichIsing.”Noristhereatraceofthoseriversofmilk,wine,freshwaterandhoneydescribedwithsuchflourish,notintheKoran,butbyvisionarydreamerslikeIbnArabi.ButIhavenoiioihofthosewholiverightfullythroughtheirhopesandvisionsoftheOtherworld,soletmedeclarethatallI’veseeesspecificallytomyownverypersonalcircumstances.Anybelieverwithevenalittleknowledgeoflifeafterdeathwouldknowthatamaltentinmystatewouldbehard-pressedtoseetheriversofHeaven.
Inshort,I,whoamknownasMasterElegantEffendi,amdead,butIhavenotbeenburied,andthereforemysoulhasnotpletelyleftmybody.Thisextraordinarysituation,althoughnaturallymycaseisn’tthefirst,hasinflictedhorriblesufferingupontheimmortalpartofme.ThoughIotfeelmycrushedskullormydeposingbodycoveredinwounds,fullofbrokenbonesandpartiallysubmergedinice-coldwater,Idofeelthedeeptormentofmysoulstrugglingdesperatelytoescapeitsmortalcoil.It’sasifthewholeworld,alongwithmybody,weretragintoabolusofanguish.
IlyparethistratothesurprisingsenseofreleaseIfeltduringtheunequaledmomentofmydeath.Yes,Iinstantlyuoodthatthewrettedtokillmewhenheuedlystruckmewithastoneandcrackedmyskull,butIdidn’tbelievehe’dfollh.IsuddenlyrealizedIefulman,somethingIhadn’tbeenawareofwhilelivingmylifeintheshadowsbetweenworkshopandhousehold.Igpassionately
tolifewithmynails,myfingersandmyteeth,whichIsankintohisskin.Iwon’tboreyouwiththepainfuldetailsofthesubsequentblowsIreceived.
WheninthecourseofthisagonyIknewIwoulddie,anincrediblefeelingofrelieffilledme.Ifeltthisreliefduringthemomentofdeparture;myarrivaltothissidewassoothing,likethedreamofseeingoneselfasleep.Thesnow-andmud-coveredshoesofmymurdererwerethelastthingsInoticed.IyeyesasifIweregoingtosleep,alypassedover.
Mypresentplaintisn’tthatmyteethhavefallesintomybloodymouth,oreventhatmyfacehasbeenmaimedbeynition,orthatI’vebeenabahedepthsofawell—it’sthateveryoneassumesI’mstillalive.Mytroubledsoulisanguishedthatmyfamilyandintimates,who,yes,thinkofmeoften,imaginemeerivialdealingssomewhereinIstanbul,orevenchasingafteranotherwoman.Enough!Findmybodywithoutdelay,prayformeandhavemeburied.Aboveall,findmymurderer!
Forevenifyouburymeimagnifibs,solongasthatwretchremainsfree,I’llwritherestlesslyinmygrave,waitingandiingyouallwithfaithlessness.Findthatson-of-a-whoremurdererandI’lltellyouiailjustwhatIseeierlife—butknowthis,afterhe’scaught,hemustbetorturedbyslowlysplinteriortenofhisbones,preferablyhisribs,withavisebeforepierghisscalpwithskewersmadeespeciallyforthetaskbytorturersandplugouthisdisgusting,oilyhair,strandbystrand,soheshriekseachtime.
Whoisthismurdererwhovexesmeso?Whyhashekilledmeinsuchasurprisingway?Becuriousandmindfulofthesematters.Yousaytheworldisfullofbaseandworthlesscriminals?Perhapsthisonedidit,perhapsthatone?
Inthatcaseletmecautionyou:Mydeathcealsanappallingspiracyagainstion,ourtraditionsandthewayweseetheworld.Openyoureyes,discoverwhytheehelifeinwhichyoubelieve,ofthelifeyou’reliving,andofIslam,havedestroyedme.Learnwhyoheymightdothesametoyou.Onebyone,everythiedbythegreatpreausretHojaofErzurum,towhomI’vetearfullylistened,isingtopass.Letmesayalsothatifthesituationintowhichwe’vefallenweredescribedinabook,eveexpertofminiaturistscouldneverhopetoillustrateit.AswiththeKodforbidI’mmisuood—thestaggeringpowerofsuchabookarisesfromtheimpossibilityofitsbeied.Idoubtyou’vefullyprehehisfact.
Listentome.WhenIreoofearedandthusignoredunderlyingtruthsandvoicesfrombeyond.I’djokeaboutsuchmatters.But
I’veendedupihsofthisdeplorablewell!Itcouldhappentoyou,bewary.Now,I’venothiodobuthopeformythhdecay,sotheyfiragmystench.I’venothingtodobuthope—andimagiurethatsomebenevolentmanwillinflictuponthatbeastlymurdereroncehe’sbeencaught.松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读
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