Tag Archives: Love

Lovers of Love (2/16/2020)

Lovers of Love (2/16/2020)

We are the lovers of Love. Love is our salvation.

The soul resembles Hizir.* Love resembles the Water of Life.

Alas to the one who is not decorated by the Sultan of Love.

How could an animal know the soul’s sugar?

*Hizir  A legendary Godsend who attained immortality by drinking from the Water of Life and who comes to aid in a critical moment (also known as Khidr).

Rubailer (2016), Rubai, Rubai #2, page 134.

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.

“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

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

The Sweetness of Eternity (9/16/18)

The Sweetness of Eternity (9/16/18)

There is nothing remaining in my ears except Love’s murmur.

There is nothing remaining in my soul–no reason, no thought–

only the sweetness of Eternity.

The colorless brush of Love has mixed all colors.

Now, it can’t even remember its past.

Rubailer (2016), Page 184, Rubai #4