This is the 8th chapter in the revised online version of The Republic of Rumi: a Novel of Reality
A governor’s entourage is passing through the streets in a city of medieval India. The valets are shouting at the people to get them out of the way. Unmindful of this is a Sufi, walking along the road, preoccupied with the discourses of his master. He fails to step aside and receives the wrath of the governor’s staff.
The master of this poor man is Bu Ali, who lives in Panipat. He is a qalandar, one of the most mysterious sects of Sufis, whose origins are traced back to Mansur Hallaj, who had said, “I’m the Creative Truth.” Now the Qalandar is enraged, and sends a message to the king. “Your governor has broken my servant's head. He has cast burning coals on his own life. Arrest this wicked governor, or else I shall bestow your kingdom on another.”
The king trembles in every limb. He arrests the governor. As an ambassador to the angry master he sends Khusrau, the legendary poet-musician, who was himself a Sufi. The master melts upon hearing sweet music.
“One strain of poetry bought the grace of a kingdom that was firm as a mountain,” the Poet comments. You can see the relationship between Sufism and qalandars. The first was a secret closely guarded by those who knew it best. Qalandars were like bolts of lightening occasionally revealing this secret, but only in a flash that would be gone before the bystander could make out the complete picture.
Genuine Sufism was about strengthening of the self through love, and about ruling over “the outward and the inward forces of the universe.” Mysticism associated with weakness, inaction and renunciation turns out to be counterfeit as you enter the next chapter.