Every hair of my body is a gift from Him; How could I thank Him for each hair? Praise that lavish Lord forever Who from nothing conjures all living beings! Who could ever describe His goodness? His infinite glory lays all praise waste. Look, He has graced you a robe of splendor From childhood's first cries to old age! He made you pure in His own image; stay pure. It is horrible to die blackened by sin.
Never let dust settle on your mirror's shining; Let it once grow dull and it will never polish. When you work in the world to earn your living Do not, for one moment, rely on your own strength. Self-worshiper, don't you understand anything yet? It is God alone that gives your arms their power. If, by your striving, you achieve something good, Don't claim the credit all for yourself; It is fate that decides who wins and who loses And all success streams only from the grace of God.
In this world you never stand by your own strength; It is the Invisible that sustains you every moment. He produced many lyrical poems and a religious epic, The Walled Garden of Truth. Don't speak of your suffering -- He is speaking. Don't look for Him everywhere -- He's looking for you. An ant's foot touches a leaf, He senses it; A pebble shifts in a streambed, He knows it. If there's a worm hidden deep in a rock, He'll know its body, tinier than an atom, The sound of its praise, its secret ecstasy -- All this He knows by divine knowing. He has given the tiniest worm its food; He has opened to you the Way of the Holy Ones.
Someone who keeps aloof from suffering is not a lover. I choose your love above all else. As for wealth if that comes, or goes, so be it. Wealth and love inhabit separate worlds. But as long as you live here inside me, I cannot say that I am suffering. Sanai, translation by Coleman Barks - 'Persian Poems'. Those unable to grieve, or to speak of their love, or to be grateful, those who can't remember God as the source of everything, might be described as a vacant wind, or a cold anvil, or a group of frightened old people.
Moisten your tongue with praise, and be the spring ground, waking. Let your mouth be given its gold-yellow stamen like the wild rose's. As you fill with wisdom, and your heart with love, there's no more thirst. There's only unselfed patience waiting on the doorsill, a silence which doesn't listen to advice from people passing in the street. Sanai - "Persian Poems" - Coleman Barks. Yunus Emre - - ce. Yunus' poetry made a great impact on Turkish culture. We were dry, but we moistened. We became a trickle that grew into a river.
We became servants at Taptuk's door. What blood fills these veins? Thought is an errand boy, fear a mine of worries. These sighs are love's clothing. Who is the Khan on the throne? Give thanks for His unity. He created when nothing existed. The world won't last. Truth is wherever you want it. We found it all within the body. I am before, I am after The soul for all souls all the way. I'm the one with a helping hand Ready for those gone wild, astray.
I made the ground flat where it lies, On it I had those mountains rise, I designed the vault of the shies, For I hold all things in my sway. To countless lovers I have been A guide for faith and religion. I am sacrilege in men's hearts Also the true faith and Islam's way. I make men love peace and unite; Putting down the black words on white, I wrote the four holy books right I'm the Koran for those who pray. It's not Yunus who says all this: It speaks its own realities: To doubt this would be blasphemous: Your love has wrested me away from me, You're the one I need, you're the one I crave.
Day and night I burn, gripped by agony, You're the one I need, you're the one I crave. I find no great joy in being alive, If I cease to exist, I would not grieve, The only solace I have is your love, You're the one I need, you're the one I crave. Lovers yearn for you, but your love slays them, At the bottom of the sea it lays them, It has God's images-it displays them; You're the one I need, you're the one I crave. Let me drink the wine of love sip by sip, Like Mecnun, live in the hills in hardship, Day and night, care for you holds me in its grip, You're the one I need, you're the one I crave.
Even if, at the end, they make me die And scatter my ashes up to the shy, My pit would break into this outcry: You're the one I need, you're the one I crave. Because of his gift for expressing the Sufi mystical vision with extraordinary clarity, his Gulshan-i Raz Secret Rose Garden rapidly became one of the most popular works of Persian Sufi poetry. Go sweep out the chamber of your heart. Make it ready to be the dwelling place of the Beloved. When you depart out, He will enter it. In you, void of yourself, will He display His beauties.
Mahmud Shabistari - 'Rose Garden of Mystery'. What are "I" and "You"? Just lattices In the niches of a lamp Through which the One Light radiates. Lift this veil and you will ask When "I" and "You" do not exist What is mosque? What is fire temple? O God, You decided and I did not. I call out, from emotion: A voice spoke to me: Rabi'a al-'Adawiyya - ce was born in Basra. As a child, after the death of her parents, Rabi'a was sold into slavery. After years of service to her slavemaster, Rabi'a began to serve only the Beloved with her actions and thoughts. Since she was no longer useful to the slaveowner, Rabi'a was then set free to continue her devotion to the Beloved.
Rabia taught that the true lover, whose consciousness is unwaveringly centered on the Beloved, is unattached to conditions such as pleasure or pain, not from sensory dullness but from ceaseless rapture in Divine Love. Rabia was once asked, "How did you attain that which you have attained? In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing, True description from the real taste. The one who tastes, knows; the one who explains, lies. How can you describe the true form of Something In whose presence you are blotted out? And in whose being you still exist? And who lives as a sign for your journey? I have two ways of loving You: A selfish one And another way that is worthy of You.
In my selfish love, I remember You and You alone. Doorkeeper of the heart: The source of my suffering and loneliness is deep in my heart. This is a disease no doctor can cure. Only Union with the Friend can cure it. I have made You the Companion of my heart. But my body is available to those who desire its company, And my body is friendly toward its guest, But the Beloved of my heart is the guest of my soul.
Brothers, my peace is in my aloneness. My Beloved is alone with me there, always. I have found nothing in all the worlds That could match His love, This love that harrows the sands of my desert. To abandon all that He has fashioned And hold in the palm of my hand Certain proof that He loves me That is the name and the goal of my search. You are enough for me. Shaikh Abu Saeed Abil Kheir Abu Sa'id ibn Ab'il Khair - ce referring to himself as "nobody, son of nobody" he expressed the reality that his life had disappeared in the heart of God. This revered Persian Sufi mystic from Khorasan preceded the great poet Jalaluddin Rumi by over two hundred years on the same path of annihilation in Love.
Until you become an unbeliever in your own self, you cannot become a believer in God. If you are seeking closeness to the Beloved, love everyone. Whether in their presence or absence, see only their good. If you want to be as clear and refreshing as the breath of the morning breeze, like the sun, have nothing but warmth and light for everyone. Beloved, show me the way out of this prison. Make me needless of both worlds. Pray, erase from mind all that is not You. Have mercy Beloved, though I am nothing but forgetfulness, You are the essence of forgiveness. Make me needless of all but You.
Piousness and the path of love are two different roads. Love is the fire that burns both belief and non-belief. Those who practice Love have neither religion nor caste. Only fools take pride in their station here, trapped in a cage of dust, moisture, heat and air. No need to complain of calamities, this illusion of a life lasts but a moment. Suppose you can recite a thousand holy verses from memory. What are you going to do with your ego self, the true mark of the heretic?
Every time your head touches the ground in prayers, remember, this was to teach you to put down that load of ego which bars you from entering the chamber of the Beloved. To your mind feed understanding, to your heart, tolerance and compassion. The simpler your life, the more meaningful. The less you desire of the world, the more room you will have in it to fill with the Beloved. The best use of your tongue is to repeat the Beloved's Name in devotion.
The best prayers are those in the solitude of the night. The shortest way to the Friend is through selfless service and generosity to His creatures. Those with no sense of honor and dignity are best avoided. Those who change colors constantly are best forgotten. The best way to be with those bereft of the Beloved's qualities, is to forget them in the joy of silence in one's corner of solitude. Drink from this heart now, for all this loving it contains. When you look for it again, it will be dancing in the wind.
Let sorrowful longing dwell in your heart, never give up, never losing hope. The Beloved says, "The broken ones are My darlings. If you do not give up the crowds you won't find your way to Oneness. If you do not drop your self you won't find your true worth. If you do not offer all you have to the Beloved, you will live this life free of that pain which makes it worth living.
Born in the Soon Valley, he wrote in both Persian and Punjabi, and is regarded as one of the most prominent Sufi poets of the Indo-Pak subcontinent. Those who have not realized God will wander, homeless in this world, destitute in the next. But watch the lovers dance with ecstasy, as they merge into the oneness of God [Allah].
Sultan Bahu, translated by J. The river of oneness has surged, quenching the thirst of the deserts and wastelands. If you don't nurture God's love in your heart, you will be dry and parched like those deserts. In their own turn, they appear in the world to dive deep into that ocean, to gather pearls. Among the pearls is a gem -- unique in value, unmatched in lustre -- that shines like the moon. We are all in the employ of the Lord, O Bahu; let us pay homage to him through our prayers. Lovers remain completely intoxicated in the ecstasy of their love for the Beloved.
They offer their souls to the Beloved while still living and thus immortalize themselves in this life and the hereafter. My heart has become capable of every form: I follow the religion of Love: All that is left to us by tradition is mere words. Were it not for the excess of your talking and the turmoil in your hearts, you would see what I see and hear what I hear! When my Beloved appears, With what eye do I see Him?
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With His eye, not with mine, For none sees Him except Himself. Baba Kuhi of Shiriz, a Persian dervish-poet who died around ce: In the market, in the cloister--only God I saw. In the valley and on the mountain--only God I saw. Like a candle I was melting in His fire: Amidst the flames outflashing--only God I saw.
Husayn ibn Mansur al-Hallaj known as al-Hallaj the wool-carder , he was put to death in Baghdad for having uttered ana 'l haqq I am the Truth: Lo, in every case Thou art I! He was a spiritual disciple of Nizamuddin Auliya of Delhi, and is one of the most beloved poets of the Chishti Sufi lineage.
Love came and spread like blood in my veins and the skin of me, It filled me with the Friend and completely emptied me. The Friend has taken over all parts of my existence, Only my name remains, as all is He. A widely beloved Persian spiritual leader who carried the Chishti lineage to India. Either he remains or the Friend. If you desire the Beloved, my heart, Do not cease to pour out lamentations. Observing His existence, reach annihilation! If you desire union with the Beloved Oh Uftade! When the soul is plunged in the fire of divine love, like iron, it first loses its blackness, and then growing to white heat it becomes like unto the fire itself.
And lastly, it grows liquid, and, losing its nature, is transmuted into an utterly different quality of being. And as the difference between iron that is cold and iron that is hot, so is the difference between soul and soul, between the tepid soul and the soul made incandescent by divine love. Victor - de Quattuor Gradibus Violentae Charitatis. God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. Gratitude brings you awakening and remembrance.
Hunt for the divine treasures which are hidden. Giving thanks to God for all your riches of life. Go on and bestow more of your material wealth. Then God shall feed you sweet candies and divine food. Then you shall be able to finally get rid of. To follow one's own desires is to flee from God. This world is a trap, and desire its bait,.
When you follow God's Way,. When you go the opposite way,. The Prophet said, "Consult your own hearts,. Abandon desire and reveal His Mercy. Learn by experience the sacrifices He requires. Since you can't escape Him, be God's servant. When you keep watch over your thoughts and actions,. Though heedlessness may shut your eyes,. One dervish to another,. I haven't seen anything. But for the sake of conversation, I'll tell you a story. No one knows which are blessed and which not. A head goes under on the water surface,. Most people guard against going into the fire,. The trickery goes further.
The voice of the fire tells the truth, saying I am not fire. Come into me and don't mind the sparks. If you are a friend of God, fire is your water. The moth sees light and goes into fire. Fire is what of God is world-consuming. Somehow each gives the appearance of the other. You've seen a magician make a bowl of rice. How much more amazing God's tricks. Generation after generation lies down,. One molecule-mate-second thinking of.
The fire and water themselves: Accidental, done with mirrors. Where has it gone? This fainting is because lovers want so much. A rabbit nestles down with its eyes closed. Let that ignorance be our teacher! God breathes into one who has no breath. A deep silence revives the listening. Like the ground turning green in a spring wind,. God has put into the form of hashish a power. God made Majnun love Layla so much. There are thousands of wines. Jesus was lost in his love for God. His donkey was drunk on barley.
Drink from the presence of saints,. Every object, every being,. Any wine will get you high. Judge like a king, and choose the purest,. Drink the wine that moves you. Know the mirror of the heart is infinite. Either the understanding falls silent,. Fiery lust is not diminished by indulging it,. Anger is a king over kings,. In comparison with the Majesty of God,. If you were to put the entire earth. I am not saying this to discourage you,.
What arrogance by that mortal Nimron! If God wants, the sun will rise in the west,. If God wants, all the seas will dissolve in vapor,. This is the Power and the Majesty of God. This is the Glory of the One we are so in love with.
God, your Lord Is Omnipotent. The Path to God is littered with the bones of those. He, God Always Is. We delight in all known science, but they are. We hold on to these few bunches because. Unless you become a lover of God,. The echo is a reflection from another source. Speech not inspired by the Divine,. David said, "O Lord, since You do not need us,. I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,. The back would please you if you've never seen the face. Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw? If you wish your heart to be bright,. My Lord also addressed the soul of my flesh: Where are the traces of my gifts?
We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold. This Sun doesn't want a crown or robe from God's grace. He is a hat to a hundred bald men,. Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child! How could a zephyr ride an ass? Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream. Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity. Remember God so much that you are forgotten. Let the caller and the called disappear;. Moses heard a shepherd on the road, praying,. I want to help you,. All I can say, remembering you,.
Moses could stand it no longer. Such blasphemous familiarity sounds like. Only someone with feet needs shoes. Even if you meant God's human representatives,. I have given each being a separate and unique way. What seems wrong to you is right for him. What is poison to one is honey to someone else.
Purity and impurity, sloth and diligence in worship,. I am apart from all that. Ways of worshiping are not to be ranked as better. Hindus do Hindu things. The Dravidian Muslims in India do what they do. It's all praise, and it's all right. It's not Me that's glorified in acts of worship. I don't hear the words.
I look inside at the humility. That broken-open lowliness is the reality,.
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I want burning, 'burning'. Burn up your thinking. Don't impose a property tax. Don't scold the Lover. The "wrong" way he talks is better than a hundred. The ocean diver doesn't need snowshoes! The love-religion has no code or doctrine. So the ruby has nothing engraved on it! It doesn't need markings.
He left himself and came back. He went to eternity and came back here. Many times this happened. It would shatter all writing pens. Moses ran after the shepherd. He followed the bewildered footprints,. Now surging like a wave cresting,. God has revealed to me. Loosen your tongue and don't worry what comes out. It's all the light of the spirit. You applied the whip and my horse shied and jumped. The divine nature and my human nature.
Bless your scolding hand and your arm. I can't say what's happened. It can't be said. The shepherd grew quiet. When you look in a mirror,. The flute player puts breath into a flute,. When you eventually see. We're so powerless compared to God's Power. My heart is expanding a thousand fold. Gaze incessantly on the Face of your Beloved! Listen, this is in your power my friend! If you wish to be far from God, nourish your egoism and drive yourself away. Gamble everything for God's Love. If you are a true human being. If not, leave this gathering.
Half-heartedness doesn't reach into His Majesty. You set out to find God, but then you keep stopping. Don't wait any longer. Dive in the Ocean of God,. Leave and let the sea be you. Silent, absent, walking an empty road with God,. The center leads to Love. Soul opens the creation core. Hold on to your particular pain. That too can take you to God. What is bounty without a beggar? Generosity without a guest? Be beggar and guest;. Bring a hundred sacks of gold and.
And if you bring a dead heart carried. Bring the live heart! If you haven't any knowledge and only opinions,. This is the way. If you can only crawl, crawl to Him. If you cannot pray sincerely, offer your dry,. If you have a hundred doubts about God,. God has said, "Though you're on high or in the pit,.
The Beauty of God, our Beloved. Their only book or lesson is The Face of God. They are silent outwardly,. But their penetrating remembrance rises. To the highest Throne of their Friend. Their only lesson is whirling and trembling,. Someone said to our Master, Shams of Tabriz: Our Sufi Master, Shams said mockingly,. Praise be to God, someone has logically established. May God give him long life! God needs no proof. God not only exists,. God is the ground as well as the goal of all existence. Everything is nothing without God. Indeed, God's existence is real. God's existence gives form and color.
Not everyone realizes God and His existence though. Those who are oblivious of God's presence,. We can know that God exists,. Knowing that God exists through rational proof. Reason cannot reveal the nature of God. Just like that fellow who spoke to our Master,. You must move beyond the limits of reason. If you do anything at all, establish yourself. Otherwise, how can you share in His Grace? Nothing exists that does not proclaim His praise.
Say God is Great. You think you know what time it is. You've carved so many little figurines, too many. Reach your long hands out to another door,. If you are here unfaithfully with us,. Is what I say true? Why am I looking in all directions? I must look deep inside of me. I am the Lord and I do you wrong to say. That anyone is Lord or God to me. Why should I seek God? I am the same as He. His Essence speaks through me. I have been looking for Myself.
People always plot their little plans, but. If God willed it, I would be shown the way. Such words are tantamount to abusing God,. Your words would be a sword against God,. People always blame God for their own choices,. The animal-self ego and rejection of God's Will. It's their ego, the 'animal-self' that leads them. It's their ego that makes them obey Self-will. Let me dig deeper into this debate of. God's Will versus Man's will: God is Sovereign over heaven and earth. The truth is, that whatever occurs.
When God desires to chastise someone,. All those eminent positions are like. I created the world to manifest My Reality. Therefore, God is both Merciful and Wrathful. But the Wrath of God is an aspect of Love of God. Therefore, day and night people are revealing God,. God created us in His own image, thus our description.
God wants you to become pious, so that. God possesses nothing in the lofty heavens. God has disclosed all things, fresh and withered,. Have you not read the verse, 'God has set a seal'? It is God who sets the seal, and it is He who. In the two worlds, God gazes upon the heart,.
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God is the Absolute Witness in every quarrel;. God's Love and the mystery of. God's Judgment rules over good and bad,. God gave you two hands, meaning,. God gave you an intellect so that. Intellect is a shadow, God is the Sun. How can a shadow stand up to the Sun? In the Glory and Splendor of God,. Beside this intellect of yours,. God has many intellects which govern. When you sacrifice your intellect in love for God,. He will give you ten like it, or seven hundred. Surrender yourself entirely to the Lord,. Strive in earnest desire to do God's Will. God has a Master Plan for your life. The key to discovering God's Will.
Jesus son of Mary said to his disciples,. Love one another as I have loved you. The disciples asked Jesus,. Jesus said, "You love your neighbor for yourself,. The Antichrist has taken over the world. But Christ, the promised Messiah,. This world belongs to Christ, from end to end.
There is no room here for Antichrist's deceptive tricks. Look at Jesus, son of Mary,. Open the way for Christ, the promised Messiah. Keep on blowing the Resurrection Trumpet,. How could a lover be joined to sensuality? There are thousands of wines that can take over our minds. His donkey was drunk with barley. I am not like his donkey who's drunk with barely. O friends, Jesus gives me The red wine of monks! Son, once you find what's inside, you don't look at the shell. Wherever Jesus stands, you don't look at his donkey.
Be silent like Mary. Let the one who has the Breath of Jesus talk. Who told you to be a friend of Jesus' donkey between your jobs?! O eye, don't look at the people. O ear, don't hear good or bad. O mind, don't act like his donkey, You are going to finally see Jesus! Your are the Jesus of time. Walk on water like Jesus. Don't sleep in the mud like his lazy donkey! Silence which is the beginning of worship. Sincere humility before God. Living in poverty which is to live in abundance. Jesus was asked, "O Word of God, What is the most difficult thing in this world and the next?
Let's eat from the same bowl. Let's play the same song that You've put into our hearts. The wind like Gabriel, you a Mary Born to this pair: Jesus of silkrose cheeks. The dance of you two, key to the ever-life Endless mercy on this dance! When the soul is in union with God, to speak of God is to speak of the soul, and to speak of the soul is to speak of Him. By God's Grace, the mortal body made of soil, becomes immortal and rests in the heavenly gardens.
Sorrow for God's sake is a treasure in my heart. Shams of Tabriz is Jesus. If you want the land of existence To change into the non-existence, Set the fire that Moses, son of Imran, saw, Into the harvest of your grief and mourning. If you want to reach the spiritual realm, You should talk to Jesus. O heart, take refuge in Christ. Myriads were the therapeutic art of the Eminent Greek doctor and philosopher, Galen. But before Jesus and his life-giving Breath, They were a laughing stock. When Jesus, Love's Spirit, takes flight, Never again will he lower his wing To return to Man's worldly realm of labor.
Jesus would only come back to redeem the world. Jesus calls from the fourth heaven,. Where communion is celebrated,. Wash your hands and face. It is time to sit at the table together. Set the table spread of angels at the heart assembly of drunkards. Offer Jesus' heavenly meals to hearts already drunk for Christ. Bring meal from the sky, like Jesus. Bring back to life three dead people With your warm breath, like Jesus.
Become poor to make poor beggars rich, Like Jesus. Move beyond any attachment to names. Every war and every conflict between human beings. It is such an unnecessary foolishness,. What is praised is one, so the praise is one too,. All religions, all this singing, one song. The differences are just illusion and vanity. Sunlight looks a little different on this wall. We have borrowed these clothes,. Make peace with the universe.
Take joy in it. It will turn to gold. Resurrection will be now. Every moment, a new beauty. Human beings are mines. Only the unsayable, jeweled inner life matters. Look at the colors of the world!
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Today, like every other day,. Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty of what we love be what we do. Not any religion or cultural system. Neither body or soul. I tried to find God on the Christian Cross,. I went to Muslims' Kaaba in Mecca,. I went to to the old Jewish Synagogue. I questioned the scholars and philosophers,. I then looked deep into my heart and. God was nowhere else to be found. Sometimes hidden and sometimes revealed,. Sometimes a devoted Muslim,. For me to fit inside everyone's heart,. I put on a new face everyday.
What is a Synagogue? What is the Temple of Hindus? What is the Church of Christ? In the path of seeking,. In the faith of love, known and unknown are the same. Close your fault seeking eyes. When the mystics reach that realm,. Out beyond the worlds of Islam and Infidels,. If you're interested in moving. God lives deep inside. God dwells deep inside. How could there still be a place. For the sake of tracing. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. Love comes with a knife,. I say these things disinterestedly.
Accept them in kind. Love is a madman,. A tiny spider tries to wrap an enormous wasp. Think of the spiderweb woven across the cave. There are love stories,. You must dive naked under and deeper under,. The ground submits to the sky and suffers. Tell me, is the earth worse. Let the cords of your robe be untied.
Shiver in this new love beyond all. The sun rises, but which way does night go? I have no more words. Let soul speak with the silent. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere, they're in each other all along. Inside this new love, die. Your way begins on the other side. Take an axe to the prison wall. You're covered with thick cloud. Slide out the side. Love is reckless, not reason;.
Yet, in the midst of suffering,. Love proceeds like a millstone,. Having died of self-interest,. Love risks everything and asks for nothing. Love gambles away every gift God bestows. Without cause, God gave us being. Without cause, give it back again. The way of love is not a subtle argument.
The door there is devastation. Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. They fall, and falling, they're given wings. When love comes suddenly and taps. Even the smallest hint chases love away. To reason love can only say,. Before the mind decides to take a step. Before the mind can figure how. I must stop this talk now and let. If I told you about a land of love,.
In that land are vineyards. Would you swallow it as a remedy? The people there must suffer. Would you serve the sweetest drink to others. There are no moons or suns there. Nothing waxes or wanes. Would you surrender your plans. When the door is opened. There comes a time.
Behind a blood-stained curtain, love has spread its gardens. The six directions are the limit, there is nothing beyond them. There is a road, and I have journeyed on it many times. Do not set foot on the land of annihilation; There is nothing there but thorns. Those thorns you feel are only inside you! I open and fill with love. All the learning in books stays put. Love has taken away my practices. I tried to keep quietly repeating,.
I had to clap and sing. I used to be respectable and chaste and stable,. A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That's how I hold your voice. I am scrap wood thrown in your fire,. I saw you and became empty. This emptiness, more beautiful than existence,. The sky is blue. The world is a blind man. But whoever sees your emptiness. A great soul hides like Muhammad, or Jesus,. To praise is to praise.
To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes. What we say, a little ship. So the sea-journey goes on, and who knows where! Just to be held by the ocean is the best luck. It's a total waking up! Why should we grieve that we've been sleeping? It doesn't matter how long we've been unconscious. We're groggy, but let the guilt go. Both become huge absurdities. See regret as a worm and love as a dragon.
Love, a quality which wants nothing. For this kind of lover, love of anything or anyone is unreal. Is the one I love everywhere? I could give up this longing, then though again,. I am in love! I am in love with him. I have drunk poison. You say hurry, tie up his feet. But its my heart that's gone crazy,. Yesterday the beauty of early dawn came over me,. Then this morning again, and you.
Wind and fire and watery ground. Love is the way messengers. Love is the mother. We are her children. She shines inside us, visible-invisible,. If everyone could see what love is,. Love is not condescension,. Love is a tree with.
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Have you seen it? The longing you feel for. When you become the Friend,. Eventually, wood, man, and. Shams Tabriz, the secret of God. Why should we tell you our love stories. Love is a pearl lost on the ocean floor,. Beyond and within those. In the early morning hour,. Really, tell the absolute truth. Is it still a stone, or a world. The ruby and the sunrise are one. Be courageous and discipline yourself. Completely become hearing and ear,. Keep digging your well. Water is there somewhere. Submit to a daily practice. Your loyalty to that.
Keep knocking, and the joy inside. You play with the great globe of union,. You came here alone,. Spring is a peacock flirting with. The rose gardens flame. Ocean enters the boat. You may be planning departure, as a human soul. You saddle your horse. You must be going. Remember you have friends. Have I failed you? But remember our nights of conversation,. Shamsi Tabriz, your face,. You bind me, and I tear away in a rage. This confusing joy, your doing,. You turn to look, I turn. I am a jailed crazy who ties up spirit-women. What goes comes back.
We never left each other. A disbeliever hides disbelief,. More and more awake, getting up at night,. I was given something else, a cap to wear. One morning I went to a place beyond dawn. A source of sweetness that flows. I have been shown. No one knows what makes the soul wake up so happy! A thousand new moons appear. Hearts become perfect rubies like those from Badakshan.
The body turns entirely spirit. Leaves become branches in this wind. Why is it now so easy to surrender, even for those already surrendered? No one knows the source of joy. A poet breathes into a reed flute, and the tip of every hair makes music. Shams sails down clods of dirt from the roof, and we take jobs as doorkeepers for him.
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