"Attar traversed the seven cities of love — we are still in the lane of one."
— Rumi
Farid al-Din Abu Hamid Muhammad Attar Neishaburi (540–618 AH / 1146–1221 CE) is one of the most celebrated mystic poets of Persian literature, writing at the close of the fifth and opening of the sixth century of the Islamic calendar. He was born in Nishapur and is counted among the most prolific Iranian poets — a master stylist whose works, including Tazkirat al-Awliya, Ilahi-nama, Asrar-nama, Mokhtarname, and Mantiq al-Tayr (The Conference of the Birds), have served as models for poets and writers across centuries. Perhaps no one admired Attar more than Rumi, who followed him in both poetry and mystical thought.
The fifth and sixth centuries were an era of profound conflict among rival religious factions — particularly the Ash'arites, Shi'ites, and Mu'tazilites. The Iranian people found themselves at the intersection of three colliding cultures: the warrior Turks arriving from the north, the Arabs who considered themselves superior, and Iran's own deep-rooted culture. The Turks appointed Iranian viziers, but these learned men were killed one after another. In this chaos, scholars turned to whatever work they could find. Kings clung to religion to maintain power, branding any dissent as heresy and apostasy, pushing free thinkers to the margins. Fatalism was strengthened; independent thought condemned. Many took refuge in the khanqah and Sufism — and Attar was one of them, abandoning his pharmacy to travel and wander. But Sufism itself was a form of protest against the political and religious powers of the time, and this protest is fully visible in Attar's poetry.
Having read the stories of earlier Sufis — Ibrahim Adham, Rabi'a, and Hasan Basri — Attar became captivated by mysticism and set out in search of the secret of truth. He showed little enthusiasm for formal philosophy; his inclinations were mystical, with a particular passion for the stories and sayings of the Sufis. (Many of these tales — fish bringing thousands of needles to Ibrahim Adham, Rabi'a's prayer mat floating in the air, the sea rising and calming at a Sufi's command — are legendary rather than historical; in the twenty-first century we know that fish do not obey human beings. Yet these stories were invented precisely to frighten tyrannical kings and fanatical clerics.)
Now let us describe Attar's seven cities of love in his own words.
The First Valley: Seeking (طلب)
The first valley is Seeking — it is what drives Attar to travel. When you enter this city you encounter great hardship, for you must cleanse your heart of everything it holds. And in that cleansing, the light of the divine essence finds its way into your heart, and Seeking multiplies you from one into a thousand.
When you descend into the valley of Seeking / every moment brings a hundred afflictions.
When nothing of what you knew remains / you must cleanse the heart of everything that is.
When your heart is purified of all its qualities / the light of the divine essence begins to shine.
When that light reveals itself upon the heart / one seeking becomes a thousand.
The Second Valley: Love (عشق)
After Seeking comes the city of Love — whoever arrives there is drowned in fire, for in this city there is nothing but fire. The lover is one who, like fire, is warm, burning, and untamed. If your hidden eye opens, every particle of the universe becomes your confidant; but if you look with the eye of reason, you will never see love's head or feet. Attar tells many stories of love, in which he seems to say: love in any form — earthly or spiritual, forbidden or permitted — is love, and the lover is not to be blamed. He returns again and again to the example of Sultan Mahmoud and his love for his slave Ayaz — a sultan who killed thousands of innocents for their beliefs while he himself, in violation of Islamic law, loved his own slave and visited him secretly in the bathhouse.
After this, the valley of Love reveals itself / whoever arrived there was drowned in fire.
Let no one in this valley be without fire / and let the one who has no fire have no joy.
The lover is one who, like fire, is warm / burning, and untamed.
If that hidden eye were opened to you / every particle of the world would become your confidant.
But if you look with the eye of reason / you will never see love's head or feet.
The Third Valley: Knowledge (معرفت)
Next comes the valley of Knowledge — a city with neither head nor foot, for each traveler's journey will be according to their own state and condition. Here one finds a prayer niche, another finds an idol. The sun of Knowledge shines on each person according to their worth, and each finds their own station.
After this, Knowledge reveals before you / a valley with neither foot nor head.
Each person's journey reaches as far as their completion / each person's nearness is according to their condition.
From here Knowledge has taken its differences — / one found a prayer niche, another found an idol.
When the sun of Knowledge shines / from the sky of this elevated path / each becomes seeing according to their own measure / and finds their true place in reality.
The Fourth Valley: Detachment (استغنا)
The next valley is Detachment — self-sufficiency and freedom from need. In this city there is neither claim nor proof. Seven seas and seven sparks of fire are here. The stories of the eight paradises are dead here, and the seven hells frozen like ice. Attar illustrates detachment through the story of Ibrahim Adham — a king who, upon hearing a divine call, abandons his throne, his wife and children, his wealth, and moves from city to city so that no one will recognize him.
After this, the valley of Detachment appears / in it there is neither claim nor meaning.
Seven seas are here counted as one / seven embers are here a single spark.
Eight paradises here lie dead / seven hells here frozen like ice.
The Fifth Valley: Unity (توحید)
Then you enter the city of Unity — the station of seclusion and stripping away all the excesses of life. Whether few or many, only One exists. Since you see neither beginning nor end, you release your attachment to both eternity past and eternity future.
After this, the valley of Unity comes to you / the station of solitude and stripping comes to you.
When faces turn away from this wilderness / all lift their heads from a single collar.
Whether you see many or few / in this path, that one is within one.
Since beyond counting it goes on forever / release your gaze from both eternity past and eternity future.
The Sixth Valley: Bewilderment (حیرت)
In this city you see nothing but pain and regret. The bewildered man who arrives here is confused — he wonders if he has lost the way. Everything he knew of Unity is lost. If you ask him: Are you drunk or not? Do you exist or not? Are you inside or outside? Visible or hidden? Lasting or passing? He says: I do not know.
After this, the valley of Bewilderment comes to you / your work will be forever pain and regret.
The bewildered man, when he arrives here / remains in bewilderment, having lost the way.
Everything that Unity inscribed upon his soul / all of it is lost — and "lost" too is lost.
I am a lover — but I do not know of whom / I am neither Muslim nor unbeliever — so what am I?
Yet of my love I have no awareness / my heart is full of love, and also empty.
He has reached a station where he can trust nothing — he does not know whether what he once understood of Unity was true or false. Muslim and unbeliever have become one to him. In one story Attar compares the mystic in this valley to a man who, while unconscious, was brought before a beautiful girl, and then carried away unconscious again — the man, now in love, cannot tell whether he dreamed or lived it.
In another story, a sheikh who has made the pilgrimage to Mecca forty times suddenly ties on the sacred girdle (zunnār) and begins circling a fire temple. Attar does not explain why; the sheikh only says: a fire fell into my heart and I grew weary of both synagogue and Kaaba.
The Seventh Valley: Poverty and Annihilation (فقر و فنا)
The last city is Poverty and Annihilation — the human being is nothing, dissolved into the light of God.
After this is the valley of Poverty and Annihilation / what place is there here for speaking?
A hundred thousand eternal shadows — you — / lost, you will find, in a single sun.
Both worlds are the reflection of that ocean — enough / whoever says otherwise — that too is enough.
Whoever became lost in the ocean of the whole / became forever the one peacefully lost.
It is not only love that knows neither woman nor man, neither unbeliever nor Muslim — in Attar's view, beliefs themselves, as long as they are accompanied by love of God, hold no superiority over one another. A Christian converts to Islam and tears his sacred girdle; Bayazid weeps and says: if I were in a non-Muslim country and forced to wear the girdle, what would I do? Then he asks: if tearing the girdle means entering Islam and is not wrong, why is wearing the girdle — entering another faith — forbidden?
— Maryam Tabibzadeh | Written for Kanoon, Iranian Society of Carolina, NC | July 18, 2019