Tag Archives: Absence

Songs and Screams (6/28/2020)

Songs and Screams (6/28/2020)

Every night, the specter of my Beauty praises the attributes of my Essence

and talks about the Absence of my Essence which proves my Existence.

 

The Sultan of chess of the seven stars sends a sign

from His ayn*-like eye and cim-like ear which checkmates me.

 

If I were to pick an apple from that tree and split it in half,

such an amazing Beauty would be born.

Grapes would cover the whole world.

Wine would overflow all around my gardens.

 

If I took the Quran in my hand and, in confusion, it slipped from my hand,

His face would become ten verses of the Quran

and His lips would turn into a verse for me.

 

The world is Mount Sinai. I am Moses.

I am out of my self. I have gone beyond my self.

The world keeps shaking, but the only one who knows

is the one who walks that road where I paid my dues.

 

The soul’s sun rose and said, “O lazy ones, get up.

When I reflect on the mountain, even my smallest particles keep moving.”

 

Be silent.

I have cried and yelled so much that hundreds of centuries will pass

and the world will still turn along with my songs and screams.

*ayn and cim  Letters of the Arabic alphabet.

Divan-i Kebir, Volume 15, Ghazal 40, verses 459-465, pages 90-91.

Being in God’s Vicinity (5/24/2020)


Being in God’s Vicinity (5/24/2020)

This solitude is better than the company of thousands.

This freedom is sweeter than owning the whole world.

Being in God’s vicinity for even a short time

is worth more than the soul, more than the universe,

more than all of this, more than all of that.

Rubailer (2016), Rubai #4, page 167.

Both Worlds Are Submerged in Him (11/24/19)

Both Worlds Are Submerged in Him (11/24/19)

If you want the Beloved to show His face to you, turn inside.

Give up your flesh and walk to the Essence.

He is such an Essence

that He is surrounded by layers of curtains.

He is submerged in His own Being,

and both worlds are submerged in Him.

Rubailer (2016), Rubai 1, page 97.

“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

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.

I Did Not Recognize Who I was (7/21/19)

I Did Not Recognize Who I Was (7/21/19)

At first, like others, I preferred being my self.

Although I was aware of my existence, I did not comprehend my being.

Because I could not see, I did not recognize who I was.

I was merely hearing my name.

Finally, and only when I went out of myself completely, I saw my real being.

Rubailer (2016), Rubai #4, page 45.

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.

Then, the Only Beauty…Will Be Yours

As long as a beauty appears in a shape, a form,

there will always be another beauty with a better shape, a better form.

This shaped beauty cannot be my Beloved.

Get rid of forms from your heart.

Then, the only Beauty which has no form or shape will be yours.

Rubailer (2016), Page 135, Rubai #3

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.