In Book Three, Section 117 of the Masnavi, Rumi employs the figure of Jesus to illustrate the spiritual danger and incurability of foolishness (احمقی, ahmaghi). Despite possessing miraculous powers to heal the blind, cure the deaf, and raise the dead, Jesus is depicted fleeing from a fool. When asked why he runs, Jesus explains that physical afflictions are mere trials that can be cured by divine grace, whereas foolishness is a manifestation of God's wrath that renders the heart impenetrable to spiritual healing. This allegory emphasizes that willful ignorance and stupidity are spiritual diseases that cannot be remedied even by a prophet's breath, warning learners against associating with fools.

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عیسی مریم به کوهی می گریخت 
شیر گویی خون او می خواست ریخت
آن یکی در پی دوید و گفت خیر 
در پیت کس نیست چه گریزی چو طیر
با شتاب او آنچنان می تاخت جفت 
کز شتاب خود جواب او نگفت
یک دو میدان در پی عیسی براند 
پس به جد جد،عیسی را بخواند
کز پی مرضات حق یک لحظه بیست 
که مرا اندر گریزت مشکلیست
از کی این سو می گریزی ای کریم 
نه پیت شیر و نه خصم و خوف و بیم
گفت از احمق گریزانم برو 
می رهانم خویش را، بندم مشو
گفت آخر آن مسیحا نه توی 
که شود کور و کر از تو مستوی
گفت آری گفت آن شه نیستی 
که فسون غیب را ماویستی
چون بخوانی آن فسون بر مرده ای 
برجهد چون شیر صید آورده ای
گفت آری آن منم گفتا که تو 
نه ز گل مرغان کنی ای خوب رو
گفت آری گفت پس ای روح پاک 
هرچه خواهی می کنی از کیست باک
با چنین برهان که باشد در جهان 
که نباشد مر تورا از بندگان
گفت عیسی که به ذات پاک حق 
مبدع تن، خالق جان در سبق
حرمت ذات و صفات پاک او 
که بود گردون گریبان چاک او
کان فسون و اسم اعظم را که من 
بر کر و بر کور خواندم شد حسن
بر که سنگین بخواندم شد شکاف 
خرقه را بدرید بر خود تا به ناف
بر تن مرده بخواندم گشت حی 
بر سر لاشی بخواندم گشت شی
خواندم آن را بر دل احمق به ود 
صد هزاران بار و درمانی نشد
سنگ خارا گشت و زان خو بر نگشت 
ریگ شد کز وی نروید هیچ کشت
گفت حکمت چیست کآنجا اسم حق 
سود کرد اینجا نبود آن را سبق
آن همان رنج است و این رنجی چرا 
او نشد این را و آن را شد دوا
گفت رنج احمقی قهر خداست 
رنج و کوری نیست قهر آن ابتلاست
ابتلا رنجیست کان رحم آورد 
احمقی رنجیست کان زخم آورد
آنچ داغ اوست مهر او کرده است 
چاره ای بر وی نیارد برد دست
ز احمقان بگریز چون عیسی گریخت 
صحبت احمق بسی خون ها که ریخت
اندک اندک آب را دزدد هوا 
دین چنین دزدد هم احمق از شما
گرمیت را دزدد و سردی دهد 
همچو آن کاو زیر کون سنگی نهد
آن گریز عیسی نه از بیم بود 
آمن است او ، آن پی تعلیم بود
زمهریر ار پر کند آفاق را 
چه غم آن خورشید با اشراق را

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## English translation
Jesus, son of Mary, was fleeing toward a mountain, as if a lion were seeking to spill his blood.
Someone ran after him and said: 'All is well; no one is behind you. Why do you flee like a bird?'
He was rushing on in such haste that, because of his haste, he gave him no answer.
He followed Jesus for one or two stretches; then he called to Jesus with utmost earnestness:
'For the sake of God's good pleasure, stop a moment, for I have a difficulty about your flight.
From whom are you fleeing this way, noble one? There is no lion behind you, no enemy, no fear or dread.'
He said: 'I am fleeing from a fool. Go away. I am freeing myself; do not become my fetter.'
He said: 'After all, are you not the Messiah, through whom the blind and deaf are restored?'
He said: 'Yes.' He said: 'Are you not that king who is the dwelling-place of the unseen incantation?
When you recite that incantation over a dead person, he springs up like a lion that has seized prey.'
He said: 'Yes, that is I.' He said: 'And do you not make birds from clay, fair-faced one?'
He said: 'Yes.' He said: 'Then, pure spirit, you do whatever you wish; whom do you fear?
With such proof, who is there in the world who would not be one of your servants?'
Jesus said: 'By the pure Essence of God, Originator of the body and Creator of the soul from before,
by the sanctity of His pure Essence and attributes, for whom the heavens tear their collars,
that incantation and Greatest Name which I recited over the deaf and the blind, and they were restored,
I recited over heavy rock, and it split, tearing its garment down to the navel.
I recited it over a dead body, and it became alive; I recited it over non-being, and it became a thing.
I recited it over the heart of a fool hundreds of thousands of times, and there was no cure.
It became hard rock and did not turn back from that nature; it became sand from which no crop grows.'
He said: 'What is the wisdom that there the Name of God was useful, but here it had no effect?
That is an affliction and this is an affliction too; why was it a remedy for that one but not for this one?'
He said: 'The affliction of foolishness is God's wrath; affliction and blindness are not wrath, but trial.
Trial is a suffering that brings mercy; foolishness is a suffering that brings wounds.
What bears His brand has been made by His seal; no remedy can lay a hand upon it.
Flee from fools as Jesus fled; the company of a fool has spilled much blood.
Little by little the air steals water away; so too does a fool steal religion from you.
He steals your warmth and gives you coldness, like one who places a stone beneath your backside.
Jesus' flight was not from fear; he is secure. It was for instruction.
If bitter cold fills the horizons, what grief is that to the radiant sun?'

دفتر سوم - بخش ۱۱۷ - گریختن عیسی علیه السلام فراز کوه از احمقان / Book Three - Section 117 - Jesus, Peace Be Upon Him, Fleeing to the Top of a Mountain from Fools

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