Tag Archives: Drunk

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.

Don’t Open the Door of Thought (8/18/19)

Don’t Open the Door of Thought (8/18/19)

Like every other day, we are desperately in Love today.

Don’t open the door of thought.

Play the rebab whose sound makes us forget everything.

There are a hundred different prayers

for the one whose alter is the face of the Beloved.

Rubailer (2016), Rubia #4, page 46.

Our Jar Cannot Take Any More (4/15/18)

Our Jar Cannot Take Any More (4/15/18)

People were born from the Sea of Soul like water birds.

How do those birds which come from the sea make this place their home?

 

We are engulfed by the soul’s sea with every breath we take.

If it were not so, why do the waves come one after the other from the Sea of Heart? Continue reading

Our Exuberance (2/12/17)

Our Exuberance (2/12/17)

We keep turning like the sky with the Love of the Moon.

Only God knows our business.

Considering the things that happen in this world,

we wonder how smart people can keep their minds in their heads.

Yet, they wonder about our exuberance.

                                                    Rubailer, Page 35, Rubai #2