Tag: The Journey

I am Happy on this Journey (1/27/19)

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I am Happy on this Journey (1/27/19)

I have gone, so one less headache in this world.

I am free from suspense. I have saved my soul.

 

I said goodbye to the ones I hang out with.

Then, I carried my soul to the land where a trace never appears.

 

I moved out of this house of six doors,

and took all my belongs to the land of Absence.

 

I saw the hunting Sultan of the land of Absence.

I flew like an arrow and took my bow.

 

The club of death came to my side.

I snatched the ball of happiness from the middle.

 

An amazing moon reflected in my window.

I went to the roof, carrying a ladder.

 

The dome of that sky where souls are gathered

was much nicer than I used to think.

 

My rose branch is faded and withered.

I took it back to the rose garden.

 

Like a customer, I took my money and belongs

to the source of the mine.

 

I saw a world with no boundary in the land of Absence.

I took my black tent to that place.

 

Don’t cry for me. I am happy on this journey.

My road reached the place of the heavens.

 

Engrave these words on my tombstone:

I saved my head from troubles and trials.

 

O body, sleep nicely in this place.

I have taken your news to the skies.

 

Close your mouth.

I took all the wailing to the One who created the world.

 

From now on, don’t talk about the heart’s sorrow,

because I took my heart

to the One who knows all the secrets.

Divan-i Kebir, Volume 14, Gazel 132, Pages 29-30, Verses 1464-1479.

Come to the Source of Your Source (12/30/18)

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Come to the Source of Your Source (12/30/18)

How long will you be going backwards?

Come forward. Don’t stay with heresy. It is time to come to faith.

 

See poison as sherbet. Grab the poison.

At last, come to the Source of your source.

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You are on the Earth as a form.

But, you are the threat of the pearl of certainty.

 

You have become the custodian of the storage of God’s grace.

At last, come to the Source of your source.

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If you give yourself to ecstasy,

it is certain that you will be saved from yourself.

 

You have jumped out of the bonds of thousands of traps.

At last, come to the Source of your source.

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You came from the sperm of a prince.

Open your eyes to the truth of this ordinary world.

 

Pity how joyful you are.

At last, come to the Source of your source.

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Although you are a spell of the Earth,

You are a mine inside.

 

Open both your eyes.

At last, come to the Source of your source.

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You are the son of light and greatness.

You have an auspicious fate and good fortune.

 

How long will you be crying over illusory things?

At last, come to the Source of your source.

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You are a ruby, hidden among hard rocks.

How long will you be deceiving us?

 

O my friend, He appears to your eyes openly.

At last, come to the Source of your source.

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You come like that,

your beautiful eyes full of fire, drunk,

 

from the arms of the unruly Beloved,

At last, come to the Source of your source.

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That cupbearer, Shams of Tebriz, is offering you a glass of the wine of immortality.

It is pure and clear.

 

“Glory  be to God.”

At last, come to the Source of your source.

Divan-i Kebir, Meter 13, Gazel 7, Pages 13-15 Verses 79-96.

Fear and Shyness (10/14/18)

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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)

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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 “Submerged in the Heart (7/29/18)” →

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

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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.