Make Sure You Learn This Sign (2/9/2020)

Make Sure You Learn This Sign (2/9/2020)

Something is striking like lightning.

I wonder if that is my heart captivating the Beloved.

What is shining from that corner?

Is that the ruby mine?

 

What is around that pearl?

Is it the Moon or a star?

It is suspended like a lamp made of divine light.

 

I wonder. Is it soul’s lamp or perhaps a sacred, bejeweled flag?

Could it be that candle which has no end to its light?

 

O heart, raise your head. Your eyes are sharp.

Rub your eyes and look carefully.

He is all that you can see.

 

When you can scatter pearls from Him,

no one will be able to see a trace of you.

Make sure you learn this sign.

It should be a symbol between us.

 

When you see His blaze and brightness,

go under His wing and be annihilated,

because the valuable egg also stays under the chicken.

 

When we come forward, He disappears.

But, if we stay away, He appears.

 

He stands, moves and appears.

But, He doesn’t stand, move or appear in place or time.

He is totally timeless and spaceless.

 

When you move water,

His light, which is reflected on the water, also moves.

That is the way you can see Him.

But, He is in the sky.

 

He is not this, not that.

He is the goodness of religion and God.

If you still dare to say He is someone else,

go ahead and say it.

Divan-i Kebir, Volume 15, Ghazal 29, verses 353-362, pages 69-70.

O Heart, Be Brave (1/26/2020)

O Heart, Be Brave (j1/26/2020)

He is such a Beauty that He teaches endearing behaviors

to the Moon and Venus all night long.

Both of His eyes cover the eyes of the sky with magic.

 

O religious ones, save your hearts,

because I have merged so much with Him

that my heart cannot join me to anyone anymore.

 

First, I was born from Love.

Then, I gave my heart to Him,

just like the fruit that comes from the branch.

In the end, it hangs onto that branch.

 

I am running away from my shadow,

because it is hiding the light.

How could someone who runs away from his own shadow be settled?

 

His hair says, “Where is that acrobat who plays with rope?

Have him come back soon.”

His face, which resembles a candle, says,

“Where is the moth? Have it come and burn itself.”

 

O heart, be brave in the game.

Submit yourself.

When His candle flares up, throw yourself into it.

 

Once you feel the pleasure of His burning,

you will not be able to get enough of it.

Even the fountain of life

will not be able to separate you from that fire.

Divan-i Kebir, Volume 15, Ghazal #28, verses 346-352, pages 67-68.

How Lucky (1/12/20)

How Lucky (1/12/10)

The soul’s Sultan pushes us from one play to another

as if we were pawns in a chess game.

I wonder if He wins. I wonder if He is ever checkmated.

After all, aren’t we the ones on trial?

 

He picked up our particles, gathered them together,

then kneaded them with the universe to make a paste.

 

He pierced our noses and inserted reins made of greed and lust

in order to pull us around the world like camels.

 

Who are we?

He put an oxen’s bell on the neck of the sky

and keeps crushing us under that sky as if we were sesame.

 

How lucky is that camel who has been tied by the halter of God’s Love.

He makes us drunk and excited while we are among the other camels.

Divan-i Kebir, Volume 15, Ghazal 6, verses 48-52, page 11.

The Only Way to Reach Eternity (9/22/19)

The Only Way to Reach Eternity (9/22/19)

Every moment, Your kindness follows after sorrow.

If this were not so, no one could stand this suffering.

 

Make me constantly drunk with the wine which gives no hangover.

I don’t want any other wine. Continue reading “The Only Way to Reach Eternity (9/22/19)”

“Why Don’t You Come, Too?” (9/8/19)

“Why Don’t You Come, Too?” (9/8/19)

“O heart,” I said, “why are you like this?

How long will you be hanging around Love?

 

My heart answered, “Why don’t you come, too?

Wouldn’t it be nice if you came and tasted the pleasure of Love? Continue reading ““Why Don’t You Come, Too?” (9/8/19)”

My Religion (8/11/19)

My Religion (8/11/19)

Absence in Nothingness is my religion.

Annihilation from existence is what I worship.

 

I run towards the side of the Beloved with my feet,

but the green horse of the firmament is under my saddle.

 

In one breath, I leave hundreds of planets behind me.

Then, I turn back and see

that that was only one step of mine.

 

Why should I circle around the Earth?

The Beloved is inside of my sweet soul.

 

Shams of Tebriz, whom all saints praise,

has teeth which resemble sieen.*

They are my Ya Sin.**

*sieen  A letter of the Arabic alphabet.

**Ya Sin  The title of the sura (section) of the Quran (which has 114 suras). Quran XXXVI.

Divan-i Kebir, Volume 9, Ghazal 25, verses 258-262, page 41.

How Wonderful is the Kingdom of Love! (4/21/19)

O Kingdom of Love (4/21/19)

O Kingdom of Love which opens hearts in the world!

O one who has had good fortune, been honored

by the secret of “God does what He pleases!”

 

O the joy that is hidden in the torment of Love!

How wonderful, how wonderful is the Kingdom of Love! Continue reading “How Wonderful is the Kingdom of Love! (4/21/19)”

I am Happy on this Journey (1/27/19)

I am Happy on this Journey (1/27/19)

I have gone, so one less headache in this world.

I am free from suspense. I have saved my soul.

 

I said goodbye to the ones I hang out with.

Then, I carried my soul to the land where a trace never appears.

 

I moved out of this house of six doors,

and took all my belongs to the land of Absence.

 

I saw the hunting Sultan of the land of Absence.

I flew like an arrow and took my bow.

 

The club of death came to my side.

I snatched the ball of happiness from the middle.

 

An amazing moon reflected in my window.

I went to the roof, carrying a ladder.

 

The dome of that sky where souls are gathered

was much nicer than I used to think.

 

My rose branch is faded and withered.

I took it back to the rose garden.

 

Like a customer, I took my money and belongs

to the source of the mine.

 

I saw a world with no boundary in the land of Absence.

I took my black tent to that place.

 

Don’t cry for me. I am happy on this journey.

My road reached the place of the heavens.

 

Engrave these words on my tombstone:

I saved my head from troubles and trials.

 

O body, sleep nicely in this place.

I have taken your news to the skies.

 

Close your mouth.

I took all the wailing to the One who created the world.

 

From now on, don’t talk about the heart’s sorrow,

because I took my heart

to the One who knows all the secrets.

Divan-i Kebir, Volume 14, Gazel 132, Pages 29-30, Verses 1464-1479.

Come to the Source of Your Source (12/30/18)

Come to the Source of Your Source (12/30/18)

How long will you be going backwards?

Come forward. Don’t stay with heresy. It is time to come to faith.

 

See poison as sherbet. Grab the poison.

At last, come to the Source of your source.

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You are on the Earth as a form.

But, you are the threat of the pearl of certainty.

 

You have become the custodian of the storage of God’s grace.

At last, come to the Source of your source.

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If you give yourself to ecstasy,

it is certain that you will be saved from yourself.

 

You have jumped out of the bonds of thousands of traps.

At last, come to the Source of your source.

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You came from the sperm of a prince.

Open your eyes to the truth of this ordinary world.

 

Pity how joyful you are.

At last, come to the Source of your source.

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Although you are a spell of the Earth,

You are a mine inside.

 

Open both your eyes.

At last, come to the Source of your source.

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You are the son of light and greatness.

You have an auspicious fate and good fortune.

 

How long will you be crying over illusory things?

At last, come to the Source of your source.

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You are a ruby, hidden among hard rocks.

How long will you be deceiving us?

 

O my friend, He appears to your eyes openly.

At last, come to the Source of your source.

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You come like that,

your beautiful eyes full of fire, drunk,

 

from the arms of the unruly Beloved,

At last, come to the Source of your source.

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That cupbearer, Shams of Tebriz, is offering you a glass of the wine of immortality.

It is pure and clear.

 

“Glory  be to God.”

At last, come to the Source of your source.

Divan-i Kebir, Meter 13, Gazel 7, Pages 13-15 Verses 79-96.