Tag Archives: Beloved

Fear and Shyness (10/14/18)

Crying and Wailing (10/14/18)

I know how easily my Beloved gets tired of me.

Even the thought that I love Him seems to hurt Him a lot.

But, no one can go far on the road to the Beloved with fear and shyness.

If the road I take becomes difficult for walking, I will ride a horse.

Rubailer (2016), Page 299, Rubai #4

Submerged in the Heart (7/29/18)

Submerged in the Heart (7/29/18)

Is there anyone who is not involved in my daily work?

Who is the one who hasn’t given his soul to the Beloved’s way?

 

Is there any head like mine which doesn’t become drunk?

Is there any heart like mine which doesn’t cry, moan and groan? Continue reading

It Should Be Lit (3/11/18)

It Should Be Lit (3/11/18)

Man’s heart is like a candle: It should be lit and shine.

There is a void in man’s soul because of his being separated from the Beloved. That void needs to be repaired.

Know, O ignorant one who understands none of what makes or breaks a heart, who neither smiles nor cries,

Love isn’t knowledge to be learned, but something to be encountered,

                                                 Rubailer, Page 449, Rubai #2

 

Don’t Worry (1/28/18)

Don’t Worry (1/28/18)

Once you become the friend of one whose heart is in God,

don’t pay attention to other people and their customs.

Your soul will fall in Love’s fire like your fate.

Don’t worry. Don’t run away.

Know this well:  From now on, you won’t fit in anywhere.

                                                  Rubailer, Page 424, Rubai #2

From the Coast of the Sea of Soul (12/24/17)

From the Coast of the Sea of Soul (12/24/17)

O lovers, may all your drinks do you good.

May this world become for you a sugar mine.

 

O lovers, the sounds of the best wishes have ascended to the Throne.

This caravan has gone beyond the Earth and heaven. Continue reading

Absence Is for Heroes (11/12/17)

Absence Is for Heroes (11/12/17)

Once more, we have given up our heart, mind and soul.

The Beloved has come. We will stay out of the way.

 

We have turned our back on existence.  Our direction is Absence.

We have found the One whose trace is unseen.

We have given up the trace. Continue reading

The Situation Is Not Like That (8/20/17)

The Situation Is Not Like That (8/20/17)

Between the darkness of sleep and the light of awakening,

in the dark of evening, I saw such a person!

 

He was a traveler with such a beautiful face, on his journey to the Holy Temple.

He was pure wisdom, the light of awareness. Continue reading

The Sign and Evidence (7/30/17)

The Sign and Evidence (7/30/17)

You are the light of my heart, the peace and comfort of my soul.

You create troubles and, at the same time, You are the trouble.

They ask me, “Where are the signs, the evidence of the Beloved?”

But, the lack of signs and evidence is the sign and evidence of the Beloved.

Rubailer, Page 358, Rubai #1

“You Are Not Mud. You Are This Gold.”(7/23/17)

“You Are Not Mud. You Are This Gold.” (7/23/17)

Don’t you see?

Thirst is telling water to go away. Hunger is turning its nose up at bread.

The tunnel is angry at the sun because it doesn’t want its light.

What a crazy, stupid, unfortunate situation this is. Continue reading

So Think About… (7/2/17)

Just Think About… (7/2/17)

I have so much excitement in my heart

that it is intolerable even for the sky.

Majnun and Layla* can’t see my exuberance even in their dreams.

All this exaltation is only a small portion of the Beloved’s,

so think about how it is in that heart of His.

*Majnun & Layla  Characters in a famous Arabic love story.

Rubailer, Page 349, Rubai #2

 

The Light of the Soul’s Mirror (2/19/17)

The Light of Soul’s Mirror (2/18/17)

Look. Look at Me carefully.

Know that I am a friend to you in your grave.

When you are away from the house or store,

I am the one who hangs around with you.

 

 

You hear My greeting in the grave,

although you have never been away from My eyes.

 

All those times you are happy and cheerful,

the times you are sad and in trouble,

I am inside of you, just like your mind and soul.

 

When you hear a familiar sound at night in a strange land,

know that you are secure from snake bites and troubles from ants.

 

The drunkenness of Love offers you wine in your grave,

lights a candle, offers appetizers, and burns incense for you.

 

When you light the candle of the mind,

what yells and screams in the cemetery come from death!

 

The soil of the cemetery becomes confused from these noises, this humdrum,

the beat of the drums of resurrection.

 

You tear your coffin; you plug your ears with fear.

What’s the use of brains or ears when they face the trumpet of resurrection?

 

Wherever you look, you see Me.

Whether you look at yourself or the crowd,

all you see is Me. Me.

 

Don’t be cross-eyed. Open both your eyes.

Look at Me nicely, because on that day,

poor eyesight will make My bright beauty look like it’s far, far away.

 

I appear human, but don’t ever make that mistake,

because the soul is very light, and Love is very tough, very jealous.

 

Never mind shape or form.

Even if I dress in felt, the cloak is still the light of the soul’s mirror;

it shines, becomes a flag, becomes apparent.

 

Beat the drum. Go to the musicians of the town.

The day of manifestation is for the voyager who is maturing on the path of Love.

 

If you hadn’t been after money and goods, if you had kept searching for God,

you wouldn’t see yourself in the coffin sitting next to a ditch.

 

You’ve set up such a house of informers in our town

that you’d better close your mouth now and be a silent informer, just like light.

Divan-i Kebir, Meter 7a, Gazel 125, Verses 1490-1504, Pages 30-341

 

The Smoke and Saliva of Thought (1/22/17)

The Smoke and Saliva of Thought (1/22/17)

If Love has the desire to embrace and kiss someone,

who could resist, my friend, who could?

 

When the Sultan goes hunting, the place where He hunts smiles.

But, when the Sultan becomes the hunt, what can you say to that? Continue reading