Tag Archives: Soul

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.

Make Sure You Learn This Sign (2/9/2020)

Make Sure You Learn This Sign (2/9/2020)

Something is striking like lightning.

I wonder if that is my heart captivating the Beloved.

What is shining from that corner?

Is that the ruby mine?

 

What is around that pearl?

Is it the Moon or a star?

It is suspended like a lamp made of divine light.

 

I wonder. Is it soul’s lamp or perhaps a sacred, bejeweled flag?

Could it be that candle which has no end to its light?

 

O heart, raise your head. Your eyes are sharp.

Rub your eyes and look carefully.

He is all that you can see.

 

When you can scatter pearls from Him,

no one will be able to see a trace of you.

Make sure you learn this sign.

It should be a symbol between us.

 

When you see His blaze and brightness,

go under His wing and be annihilated,

because the valuable egg also stays under the chicken.

 

When we come forward, He disappears.

But, if we stay away, He appears.

 

He stands, moves and appears.

But, He doesn’t stand, move or appear in place or time.

He is totally timeless and spaceless.

 

When you move water,

His light, which is reflected on the water, also moves.

That is the way you can see Him.

But, He is in the sky.

 

He is not this, not that.

He is the goodness of religion and God.

If you still dare to say He is someone else,

go ahead and say it.

Divan-i Kebir, Volume 15, Ghazal 29, verses 353-362, pages 69-70.

The Beloved is Inside of You (9/29/19)

The Beloved is Inside of You (9/29/19)

O one who has been deceived by flesh, who doesn’t know His own essence, put your mind in your head.

The Beloved is inside of you.

Senses are the essence of the body. The essence of your senses is your soul.

If you go beyond body, senses and soul, everything is the Beloved.

Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 71.

What’s the Use of That? (12/2/18)

What’s the Use of That? (12/2/18)

O player, play this music. Play this tune.

Alas for the ones who block the road!

Mercy especially for the one who waylays us on our road!

 

O player, you learned that other music from that other brigand,

because the student has the teacher’s accent. Continue reading

I am at Peace with Him (11/18/18)

No One Is a Stranger There (11/18/18)

Every mind becomes confused when it sees Your face.

Every face is scratched by Your Absence.

 

I have become drunk because of Your reproach.

I don’t even know if Your pure wine is better than a sedimented one. Continue reading

Throw Away This Image (10/7/18)

Throw Away This Image (10/7/18)

The words which come from the soul are a curtain to the soul.

The fog which comes from the sea hides the coast and the pearls of that sea.

 

It is a great task to get involved in philosophical discourses.

But, the explanation is the curtain to the Sun of the Truth. Continue reading

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.

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

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