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My dear, is your caravan lost?
 
 
I cannot sit still with my countrymen in chains.
I cannot act mute
Hearing the world’s loneliness
Crying near the Beloved’s heart.
 
My love for God is such
That I could dance with Him tonight without you,
But I would rather have you there.
 
Is your caravan lost?
 
It is,
If you no longer weep from gratitude or happiness,
Or weep
From being cut deep with the awareness
Of the extraordinary beauty
That emanates from the most simple act
And common object.
 
My dear, is your caravan lost?
 
It is if you can no longer be kind to yourself
And loving to those who must live
With the sometimes difficult task of loving you.
 
At least come to know
That someone untied your camel last night
For I hear its gentle voice
Calling for God in the desert.
 
At least come to know
That Hafiz will always hold a lantern
With the galaxies blooming inside
And that
 
I will always guide your soul to 
The divine warmth and exhilaration
Of our Beloved’s 
Tent.
 
~ Hafiz ~
 
(The Gift — versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)
[sourced via hyperlink in Title]

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Wild is she, none can make her his friend

"When she kills with her glances,

        her speech restores to life,

           as tho’ she, in giving life thereby, were Jesus.


The smooth surface of her legs is (like) the Tora in brightness,

             and I follow it and tread in its footsteps

                         as tho’ I were Moses.

Wisdom

~From Poem 2 of the Tarjuman al-Ashwaq, translated by R.A. Nicholson.

(Image sourced.)

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You bring the greeting from my darling one

I hide Your beauty in my eye;
Whatever I look at,
There You are.

I hide Your presence in my heart;
How could a stranger live there?
There You are.

You are my foundation and my all;
My intimate one and the word on my tongue;
You bring the greeting from my darling one;
Within that greeting,
There You are.

All the blossoms and tender leaves
They hide their beauty in reds and greens
In night’s darkness and the dawn’s first beams.
As each one awakens,
There You are.

You are the one who made creation,
who gave life and strength to every being.
There is no ending except for You
I believe and accept what I am seeing:
There You are.

The flute moans ‘Huuu’ in ecstasy
The waves are roaring, the seas are rushing,
The sun appears to veil the stars
In its rays’ vast shining,
There You are.

You are the one who makes Veysel speak;
You are the tree and I am your leaf.
The unconscious fly right by what they seek.
In both the fruit and seed,
There You are.

~Asik Veysel

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(translated by Jennifer Ferrarro and Latif Bolat)

                                                                 courtesy Rahman

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humabyrd:

tunnels
Love is an underground river
thundering along the path 
of least resistance
shaping an opening
ample enough to enter
the substratum of your Being
listening, you can hear 
the moan of water 
wearing down rock face

humabyrd:

tunnels

Love is an underground river

thundering along the path 

of least resistance

shaping an opening

ample enough to enter

the substratum of your Being

listening, you can hear 

the moan of water 

wearing down rock face

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Oh my Master, my Lord, please hear my prayer!

Grant the boon that I may keep on weeping, always,
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like a madman,
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while sleeping, while I am awake—always my eyes should be full of tears,
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weeping should be the business of my life. I shall weep too much, every time, at every place I shall weep.
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Do not let my scoundrel mind be lost again in petty things.
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Even as I weep without stopping let me call only on You all ways, Beloved.

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नाथ ! मुझे रोने का वरदान दो ! रोता रहूँ , पागल की भाँति सदा रोऊँ , उठते - बैठते , सोते - जागते सदा इन आँखोँ मेँ आँसू ही भरे रहेँ , रोना ही मेरे जीवन का व्यापार हो , खूब रोऊँ , हर समय रोऊँ , हर जगह रोऊँ और जोर - जोर से रोते - रोते तुम्हेँ - केवल तुम्हेँ पुकारता रहूँ ।

Excerpted from Makhan Lal Chaturvedi’s poem ” I weep”

Modified translation, courtesy Sri Yogrishi Sharmaji


sourced, with gratitude

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Those who have reached their arms into emptiness are no longer concerned with lies and truth, with mind and soul,
or which side of the bed they rose from.
If you are still struggling to understand, you are not there.
You offer your soul to one who says, "Take it to the other side.”
You’re on neither side, yet
those who love you see you on one side or the other. 
You say Illa, “only God,” 
then your hungry eyes see you’re in 
"nothing," La. You’re an artist
who paints both with existence and non. 

Shams could help you see who you are, 
but remember, You are not your eyes.

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                                 ~Coleman barks Rumi, the Book of Love page 14

Those who have reached their arms into emptiness are no longer concerned with lies and truth, with mind and soul,

or which side of the bed they rose from.

If you are still struggling to understand, you are not there.

You offer your soul to one who says, "Take it to the other side.”

You’re on neither side, yet

those who love you see you on one side or the other. 

You say Illa, “only God,” 

then your hungry eyes see you’re in 

"nothing," La. You’re an artist

who paints both with existence and non. 

Shams could help you see who you are, 

but remember, You are not your eyes.

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                                 ~Coleman barks Rumi, the Book of Love page 14

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"Why ask about behavior when you are soul-essence,
and a way of seeing into presence!
Plus you’re with us!
                               How could you worry?
You may as well free a few words from your vocabulary.
Why and how and impossible.
Open the mouth-cage and let those fly away.
We were all born by accident, but still this wandering caravan
will make camp in perfection.
Forget the nonsense categories of there and here,
race,
nation,
religion,
starting point and destination.

You are soul, and you are love,
not a sprite or an angel or a human being!

You’re a Godman-woman  God-man  God-Godwoman!

No more questions now
as to what it is we’re doing here.”


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         ~Coleman barks Rumi, the Book of Love pages 12, 13

"Why ask about behavior when you are soul-essence,

and a way of seeing into presence!

Plus you’re with us!

                               How could you worry?

You may as well free a few words from your vocabulary.

Why and how and impossible.

Open the mouth-cage and let those fly away.

We were all born by accident, but still this wandering caravan

will make camp in perfection.

Forget the nonsense categories of there and here,

race,

nation,

religion,

starting point and destination.

You are soul, and you are love,
not a sprite or an angel or a human being!
You’re a Godman-woman  God-man  God-Godwoman!
No more questions now
as to what it is we’re doing here.”
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         ~Coleman barks Rumi, the Book of Love pages 12, 13

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