Tag Archives: Love

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

 

 

The Shrill Pipe of Love (6/3/18)

The Shrill Pipe of Love (6/3/18)

You are coming our way. You are a decent person.

We are also nice.

In appearance we look like fire,

but we are the Fountain of Life for you.

 

You are a small pigeon. You were born in this nest.

If you don’t come this way on your own, we will pull you by force.

 

Be in our temple. We are in the temple of that Beauty,

becoming drunk on His wine, the wine that comes only from Him.

 

We stand at our place like a mountain, but we flow like a torrent.

We keep silent like that, but sometimes yell and scream like thunder.

 

Although like fate we kill people for no reason,

you have a soul that resembles the sea.

Put it in your palm and come to us.

 

Our part of ownership of these five senses is only a short five days.

But, there are six dimensions and we are a sultan in each one of them.

 

We are following the shrill pipe of Love.

Our breath is sharp. Our voice caresses the soul,

because we keep playing the vessel of the soul, crying for you.

 

You concern yourself with the matters of Love.

If you are sincere, don’t look for a bed and a pillow.

We have welcomed this illness caused by our desire to reach the Mine.

We haven’t welcomed it out of love for a bed and pillow.

 

The light of the sky, the praise of Tebriz is our Shamseddin.

Because of that Sun, our insides have turned out to be the sky

and the self has become the Moon.

Divan-i Kebir, Meter 10, Gazel 71, Verses 749-757, Pages 155-156.

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