[Husayni]

AS SALAATO WAS SALAAMU ALAIKA YA RASOOLULLAH

 

You may be tired by ten cycles of prayer;
I may not be worn out by five hundred.
One goes barefoot all the way to the Ka`bah,
and another is totally exhausted
just going as far as the mosque.
One in utter self-devotion gives away his life,
while another agonizes over the gift of a loaf.
This middle way belongs to the realm of the finite,
for that finite has a beginning and an end.
A beginning and end are necessary
to conceive of the middle point.
As the Infinite doesn't have limits,
how can you apply a mean to it?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

To be-dah rak`at-e namâz âyi malul
man be-pânsad dar niyâyam dar nohul
Ân yeki tâ Ka`beh hâfi mi ravad
v-ân yeki tâ masjed khvod mi shavad
Ân yeki dar pâk bâzi jân be-dâd
v-ân yeki jân konad tâ yek nân be-dâd
In vasat dar bâ-nehâyat mi ravad
keh mar ân-râ avval o âkher bovad
Avval o âkher be-bâyad tâ dar ân
dar tasavvor ganjad awsat tâ miyân
Bi-nehâyat chon na-dârad do taraf
kay bovad u-râ miyâneh monsaraf

-- Mathnawi II: 3537-3542
Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
"Rumi: Daylight"
Threshold Books, 1994
Persian transliteration courtesy of Yahyá Monastra

[Husayni]

AS SALAATO WAS SALAAMU ALAIKA YA RASOOLULLAH

 

 

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture.

Still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice -
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

Maulana Rumi.
Excerpted lines from Rumi's "Mathnawi",
Book Five, in versions by Coleman Barks and Kabir Helminski,
accompanied by the translation by Reynold Nicholson:

[Husayni]

AS SALAATO WAS SALAAMU ALAIKA YA RASOOLULLAH

 

Where have you gone
the settler of my soul
did you fly away
or hide in your home

as soon as you saw
the loyalty of my heart
you turned around and
flew like a bird

your vision captured
the wandering of our spirits
then away from the crowd
you journeyed in solitude

you went away so quick
as though you were
a morning breath
carrying a flower's aroma

but you really didn't fly away
as a bird or a breeze
you were created from God's light
you went immersed in His glow

[Husayni]

AS SALAATO WAS SALAAMU ALAIKA YA RASOOLULLAH


One Whisper of the Beloved

Lovers share a sacred decree –
to seek the Beloved.
They roll head over heels,
rushing toward the Beautiful One
like a torrent of water.

In truth, everyone is a shadow of the Beloved –
Our seeking is His seeking,
Our words are His words.

At times we flow toward the Beloved
like a dancing stream.
At times we are still water
held in His pitcher.
At times we boil in a pot
turning to vapor –
that is the job of the Beloved.

He breathes into my ear
until my soul
takes on His fragrance.
He is the soul of my soul –
How can I escape?
But why would any soul in this world
want to escape from the Beloved?

He will melt your pride
making you thin as a strand of hair,
Yet do not trade, even for both worlds,
One strand of His hair.

We search for Him here and there
while looking right at Him.
Sitting by His side we ask,
"O Beloved, where is the Beloved?"

Enough with such questions! –
Let silence take you to the core of life.

All your talk is worthless
When compared to one whisper
of the Beloved.

[Husayni]

AS SALAATO WAS SALAAMU ALAIKA YA RASOOLULLAH


i'm not going to leave
this house and set out
on a journey any more
i've everything right here

in every corner
a garden of memories
devoid of darkness
devoid of fear

the news of my journey
spreading in this town
is but a rumor of envy
sent around by the enemy

how can i think
of going very far
how can i walk headless
how can i go with no soul

how can i ever find
anywhere in this world
a more beautiful face
a more desired beloved

even the moon
is seeking for this love
to see its reflection
to find its adornment

if i ever talk about
going to travel
or leaving this town
break my teeth with no qualms

i've lost my feet
going to the sea of love
but like a boat
i need no feet to crawl

and even if you
throw me out of your door
i'll come back
through the roof hole

because of your love
i'll be dancing and floating
in this air as a speck of dust
to finally settle into your house

[Husayni]

AS SALAATO WAS SALAAMU ALAIKA YA RASOOLULLAH


Work in the Invisible

The Prophets have wondered to themselves,
"How long should we keep pounding this cold iron?
How long do we have to whisper into an empty cage?"

Every motion of created beings comes from the creator.
The first soul pushes, and your second soul responds.

So don't be timid.
Load the ship and set out.
No one knows for certain
whether the vessel will sink
or reach the harbor

Just don't be one of those merchants
who won't risk the ocean!
This is much more important
than losing or making money!

This is your connection to God.

Think of the fear and the hope
that you have about your livelihood.
They make you go to work diligently every day.

Now consider what the prophets have done.
Abraham wore fire for an anklet.
Moses spoke to the sea.
David moulded iron.
Solomon rode the wind.

Work in the invisible world
at least as hard as you do in the visible.

Be companions with the prophets
even though no one here
will know that you are,
not even the helpers of the Qutb, the abdals.

You can't imagine what profit will come!
When one of those generous ones
invites you into the fire, go quickly!
Don't say, "But will it burn me? Will it hurt?"

-- Mathnawi III, 3077-3109

[Husayni]

AS SALAATO WAS SALAAMU ALAIKA YA RASOOLULLAH


If you don't see the hidden River,
see how the water wheel of stars continually turns.
If the heavens receive no rest from being moved by Love,
heart, don't ask for rest—be a circling star.

Do you think God lets you cling to any branch?
Wherever you make an attachment, He will break it.
Before God everything is like a ball,
subject to Him and prostrating before the bat.

How should you, O my heart,
being only one of a hundred billion particles,
not be in restless movement at Love's command?

~~~~~~~~~

Gar na-mi bini Ju-râ dar kamin
gardesh dulâb-e garduni bin
Chon qarâri nist gardun-râ azu
ay del akhtarvâr ârâmi ma-ju
Gar zani dar shâkh dasti kay helad
har kojâ payvand sâzi beshkalad
Chonke kolliyât pish-e U cho gust
sokhreh o sajdeh kon chawgân-e Ust
To keh yek jozvi delâ zin sad hazâr
chon na-bâshi pish-e hokmesh bi qarâr

-- Mathnawi VI: 913-915; 926-927

[Husayni]

You whispered in my ears like early spring:

“I am the call of Love,

can you hear me in the full grasses,

in the scented winds,

it is I who makes the garden smile.”

My pure source of life, helper of lovers in despair,

where have you been so long?

Your breathtaking beauty creates such excitement,

such a stir everywhere

that you leave me bewildered.

From the spring of love you bring back

life to my ailing heart.

The song of the awakened earth, the seasons,

the changing Moons,

all this fuss you make is glorious.

Creation bows at your feet.

~Maulana Rumi

[Husayni]

When we turn in sama,
we do not hear
the flute or the tambourine.

Underneath these feet
we become nazar, the guide's glance,
ashes, wanderers:

Flute, drum, and strings
are not enough. No.
Who but these musicians could
stand the heat that melts the sun?

~ Rumi

[likeali4life]

subhanAllah Great poems
WOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!

JazakAllah Khair for sharing

[Husayni]

You lack a foot to travel?
Then journey into yourself
And like a mine of rubies
receive the sunbeams print

Out of yourself such a journey
will lead you to your self,
It leads to transformation
of dust into pure gold!

[Khalid_the_Warrior]

I am smiling at myself today
There's no wish left in this heart
Or perhaps there is no heart left
Free from all desire

I sit quietly like Earth
My silent cry echoes like thunder
Throughout the universe
I am not worried about it
I know it will be heard by no one
Except me.

[Khalid_the_Warrior]

Do you know what you are?
You are a manuscript of a divine letter.
You are a mirror reflecting a noble face.
This universe is not outside of you.Look inside yourself;
everything that you want,you are already that.

~ Rumi

[Husayni]

There are a hundred kinds of prayer [namâz], bowing [rukû`], and prostration [sujûd] For the one whose prayer-niche [mihrâb] is the beauty of the Beloved [jamâl-e Dôst]

Rumi