From The Conference of the Birds. Less well-known than either Rumi or Hafiz, Attar composed, among other extant works, this rhymed-couplet allegorical poem about birds searching for the Simorgh, their king, and a prose hagiography of the early Sufi masters, Memorial of the Saints. Although few details about his life exist, he is thought to have been an apothecary—the name “Attar” means perfumer or druggist—and he states that while working on two books, he was physician to five hundred patients daily.
Two foxes met, and tasted such delight
They could not let each other out of sight.
But then a king came hunting on the plain
And parted them. “Where shall we meet
She yelped. He barked back as he reached
“At the furrier’s, dear—hung up as a stole!”