Just A little Note

The poetry on this blog is by Rumi, Hafiz, Iqbal, Rehman Baba and Ibn Zauq, and are all devoted to the divine. Each verse in every poem connects our dismal being with the subliminal love for the Beloved.

The pleasure of reading Rumi and Hafiz could only be equated to quenching ones thirst by the elixir of tranquility. As Rumi said, "embark on this journey of love, it takes you from your self to yourself." Let the journey be filled with pure love.

Poems by Faiz, Ghalib, Rehman Baba and others depend on the perception of the reader.

My Beloved Liberate Me

Oh Beloved,
take me.
Liberate my soul.
Fill me with your love and
release me from the two worlds.
If I set my heart on anything but you
let fire burn me from inside.

Oh Beloved,
take away what I want.
Take away what I do.
Take away what I need.
Take away everything
that takes me from you.

STAY CLOSE, MY HEART

Stay close, my heart, to the one who knows your ways;
Come into the shade of the tree that allays has fresh flowers.
Don't stroll idly through the bazaar of the perfume-markers:
Stay in the shop of the sugar-seller.
If you don't find true balance, anyone can deceive you;
Anyone can trick out of a thing of straw,
And make you take it for gold
Don't squat with a bowl before every boiling pot;
In each pot on the fire you find very different things.
Not all sugarcanes have sugar, not all abysses a peak;
Not all eyes possess vision, not every sea is full of pearls.
O nightingale, with your voice of dark honey! Go on lamenting!
Only your drunken ecstasy can pierce the rock's hard heart!
Surrender yourself, and if you cannot be welcomes by the Friend,
Know that you are rebelling inwardly like a thread
That doesn't want to go through the needle's eye!
The awakened heart is a lamp; protect it by the him of your robe!
Hurry and get out of this wind, for the weather is bad.
And when you've left this storm, you will come to a fountain;
You'll find a Friend there who will always nourish your soul.
And with your soul always green, you'll grow into a tall tree
Flowering always with sweet light-fruit, whose growth is interior.

Rumi

You are in love with me, I shall make you perplexed.

Do not build much, for I intend to have you in ruins. If you build two hundred houses in a manner that the bees do; I shall make you as homeless as a fly. If you are the mount Qaf in stability. I shall make you whirl like a millstone.

Imagination Does Not Exist

You should come close to me tonight wayfarer

For I will be celebrating you.


Your beauty still causes me madness,

Keeps the neighbours complaining

When I start shouting in the middle of the night

Because I can't bear all this joy.


I will be giving birth to suns.

I will be holding forests upside down

Gently shaking soft animals from trees and burrows

Into my lap.


What you conceive as imagination

Does not exist for me.


Whatever you can do in a dream

Or on your mind-canvas


My hands can pull - alive - from my coat pocket.


But let's not talk about my divine world.


For what I most want to know

Tonight is:


All about

You.

For My Absent Lover

I gave up on the subject of my desires,
my love,
my passion.

I will miss you forever,
and love you forever

Gave up the path on which you walk,
no more would my being be the cause of your agony.

For a glimpse of you,
I would give up eternity

If only you asked!

The light of love will someday make you see
My endless love for you. Forever!

Why Abstain?

Why

Abstain from love

When like the beautiful snow goose

Someday your soul

Will leave this summer

Camp?

Why

Abstain from happiness

When like a skilled lion

Your heart is

Nearing

And

Will someday see

The divine prey is

Always

Near!

Faithful Lover

The moon came to me last night

With a sweet question.

She said,

"The sun has been my faithful lover

For millions of years.

Whenever I offer my body to him

Brilliant light pours from his heart.


Thousands then notice my happiness

And delight in pointing

Toward my beauty.

Hafiz,

Is it true that our destiny

Is to turn into Light

Itself?"

And I replied,

Dear moon,

Now that your love is maturing,

We need to sit together

Close like this more often

So I might instruct you

How to become

Who you

Are!

It Felt Love!

How Did the rose Ever open its heart


And give to this world All its Beauty?


It felt the encouragement of light

Against its Being,

Otherwise,

We all remain Too Frightened.

My Uncertainty

My heart knows, and My soul knows
what hides behind the fogged mirror,

My beloved knows,
what is hidden in His lovers heart.

why then the fear of seeing it?
why then the agony of knowing it?
why then the delay of embracing it?

Dervish raise the curtains for my meeting with the Beloved.
They say the taste of this nights meeting is better then a hundred nights.
Then Let the lovers be as Rumi begged, they were in each other all along!