[halz87]

MashaAllah sum reali nyc poems here wiv real meanin 4 da understandin!
R dese ur personal poems or received 4rm sum place?
Neways keep it up   W.S.

[Husayni]

AS SALAATO WAS SALAAMU ALAIKA YA RASOOLULLAH


these poems are by Hazrat Syedina Jalaluddin Rumi

[halz87]

oh jazakAllah bro misundastood da title sori

[irfanrazakhan]

You Worry Too Much

Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You say,
I make you feel dizzy.
Of a little headache then,
why do you worry?   
You say, I am your moon-faced beauty.
Of the cycles of the moon and
passing of the years,
why do you worry?
You say, I am your source of passion,
I excite you.
Of playing into the Devils hand,
why do you worry?

Oh soul,
you worry too much.

Look at yourself,
what you have become.
You are now a field of sugar canes,
why show that sour face to me?
You say that I keep you warm inside.
Then why this cold sigh?
You have gone to the roof of heavens.
Of this world of dust, why do you worry?

Oh soul,
you worry too much.

Your arms are heavy
with treasures of all kinds.
About poverty,
why do you worry?
You are Joseph,
beautiful, strong,
steadfast in your belief,
all of Egypt has become drunk
because of you.
Of those who are blind to your beauty,
and deaf to your songs,
why do you worry?

Oh soul,
you worry too much.

You have seen your own strength.    
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
You are the security,
the shelter of the spirit of Lovers.
Oh the sultan of sultans,
of any other king,
why do you worry?

Be silent, like a fish,
and go into that pleasant sea.
You are in deep waters now,
of life's blazing fire.
Why do you worry?

[irfanrazakhan]

Go back to sleep.
Yes, you are allowed.
You have no Love in your heart,
go back to sleep.
His Love and his sorrow
are exclusive to us,
you go back to sleep.

I have been burnt
by the fire of the sorrow of Love.
You have no such yearning in your heart,
go back to sleep.

The path of Love,
has seventy-two folds and countless facets.
Your love and religion
is all about deceit and hypocrisy,
go back to sleep.

We put ourselves in Love's hands,
and will wait for her bidding,
since you are in your own hands,
you can go back to sleep.

I consume nothing but pain and blood,
and you, the finest delicacies;
and of course after each feast,
you may want to take a nap.
So just go back to sleep.

I have torn to pieces my robe of speech,
and have let go of the desire to converse.
You who are not naked yet,
go back to sleep.

[irfanrazakhan]

I swallowed
some of the Beloved's sweet wine,
and now I am ill.
My body aches,
my fever is high.
They called in the Doctor and he said,
drink this tea!
Ok, time to drink this tea.
Take these pills!
Ok, time to take these pills.
The Doctor said,
get rid of the sweet wine of his lips!
Ok, time to get rid of the doctor.

[irfanrazakhan]

There is a candle in your heart
There is a candle in your heart,

Ready to be kindled.

There is a void in your soul,

Ready to be filled.

You feel it, don’t you?

You feel the separation

From the Beloved.

Invite Him to fill you up,

Embrace the fire.

Remind those who tell you otherwise that

Love

Comes to you out of its own accord,

And the yearning for it

Cannot be learned in any school.

[Husayni]

AS SALAATO WAS SALAAMU ALAIKA YA RASOOLULLAH

Be with those who mix with God
as honey blends with milk, and say,
"Anything that comes and goes,
rises and sets, is not
what I love."

[Husayni]

AS SALAATO WAS SALAAMU ALAIKA YA RASOOLULLAH

In the early dawn of happiness
you gave me three kisses
so that I would wake up
to this moment of love

I tried to remember in my heart
what I'd dreamt about
during the night
before I became aware
of this moving
of life

I found my dreams
but the moon took me away
It lifted me up to the firmament
and suspended me there
I saw how my heart had fallen
on your path
singing a song

Between my love and my heart
things were happening which
slowly slowly
made me recall everything

You amuse me with your touch
although I can't see your hands.
You have kissed me with tenderness
although I haven't seen your lips
You are hidden from me.

But it is you who keeps me alive

Perhaps the time will come
when you will tire of kisses
I shall be happy
even for insults from you
I only ask that you
keep some attention on me.

[Husayni]

AS SALAATO WAS SALAAMU ALAIKA YA RASOOLULLAH

Happy the moment when we are seated in the Palace,
    thou and I,
With two forms and with two figures but with one
    soul, thou and I
The colours of the grove and the voice of the birds
    will bestow immortality
At the time when we come into the garden, thou
    and I.
The stars of heaven will come to gaze upon us;
We shall show them the Moon itself, thou and I.
Thou and I, individuals no more, shall be mingled in
    ecstasy,
Joyful and secure from foolish babble, thou and I.
All the bright-plumed birds of heaven with devour
    their hearts with envy
In the place where we shall laugh in such a fashion,
    thou and I.
This is the greatest wonder, that thou and I, sitting
    here in the same nook,
Are at this moment both in Iraq and Khorasan, thou
    and I."

[Husayni]

AS SALAATO WAS SALAAMU ALAIKA YA RASOOLULLAH

The Jesus of your spirit is inside you now.
Ask that one for help, but don't ask for body-things...

Don't ask Moses for provisions
that you can get from Pharaoh.

Don't worry so much about livelihood.
Your livelihood will turn out as it should.
Be constantly occupied instead
with listening to God.

[Husayni]

YA GHAWTHU'L-A'ZAMU AGHITH-NI FI KULLI AHWALI WA'NSUR-NI FI KULLI AMALI WA TAQALLAB-NI FI TARIQI-KA BI-HURMATI JADDI-KA MUHAMMDINWA BI-SHIFA'ATI-HI WA RUHI-HI WA SIRRI-H.

Listen for the stream
that tells you one thing.

Die on this bank.
Begin in me
the way of rivers with the sea.

[Husayni]

YA GHAWTHU'L-A'ZAMU AGHITH-NI FI KULLI AHWALI WA'NSUR-NI FI KULLI AMALI WA TAQALLAB-NI FI TARIQI-KA BI-HURMATI JADDI-KA MUHAMMDINWA BI-SHIFA'ATI-HI WA RUHI-HI WA SIRRI-H.

You've no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right.
What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the Ocean.
Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient.
It's no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these.
So- I've brought you a mirror.
Look at yourself and remember me.

[Husayni]

YA GHAWTHU'L-A'ZAMU AGHITH-NI FI KULLI AHWALI WA'NSUR-NI FI KULLI AMALI WA TAQALLAB-NI FI TARIQI-KA BI-HURMATI JADDI-KA MUHAMMDINWA BI-SHIFA'ATI-HI WA RUHI-HI WA SIRRI-H.


Longing is the core of mystery.
Longing itself brings the cure.
The only rule is, Suffer the pain.

Your desire must be disciplined,
and what you want to happen
in time, sacrificed.

[Husayni]

YA GHAWTHU'L-A'ZAMU AGHITH-NI FI KULLI AHWALI WA'NSUR-NI FI KULLI AMALI WA TAQALLAB-NI FI TARIQI-KA BI-HURMATI JADDI-KA MUHAMMDINWA BI-SHIFA'ATI-HI WA RUHI-HI WA SIRRI-H.

Oh!  Supreme Lover!
Let me leave aside my worries.
The flowers are blooming
with the exultation of your Spirit.

By Allah!
I long to escape the prison of my ego
and lose myself
in the mountains and the desert.

These sad and lonely people tire me.
I long to revel in the drunken frenzy of your love
and feel the strength of Rustam in my hands.

I'm sick of mortal kings.
I long to see your light.
With lamps in hand
the sheikhs and mullahs roam
the dark alleys of these towns
not finding what they seek.

You are the Essence of the Essence,
The intoxication of Love.
I long to sing your praises
but stand mute
with the agony of wishing in my heart.

[Husayni]

AS SALAATO WAS SALAAMU ALAIKA YA RASOOLULLAH


Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You're covered with a thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quiteness is the surest sign
that you've died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.

The speechless full moon
comes out now.

[Husayni]

AS SALAATO WAS SALAAMU ALAIKA YA RASOOLULLAH


The Morning Wind Spreads 
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell.
We must get up and take that in,
that wind that lets us live.
Breathe before it's gone.

[Husayni]

AS SALAATO WAS SALAAMU ALAIKA YA RASOOLULLAH

Everyone is overridden by thoughts;
that's why they have so much heartache and sorrow.
At times I give myself up to thought purposefully;
but when I choose,
I spring up from those under its sway.
I am like a high-flying bird,
and thought is a gnat:
how should a gnat overpower me?

[Husayni]

AS SALAATO WAS SALAAMU ALAIKA YA RASOOLULLAH

I wonder
from these thousand of "me's",
which one am I?
Listen to my cry, do not drown my voice
I am completely filled with the thought of you.
Don't lay broken glass on my path
I will crush it into dust.
I am nothing, just a mirror in the palm of your hand,
reflecting your kindness, your sadness, your anger.
If you were a blade of grass or a tiny flower
I will pitch my tent in your shadow.
Only your presence revives my withered heart.
You are the candle that lights the whole world
and I am an empty vessel for your light.

[Husayni]

AS SALAATO WAS SALAAMU ALAIKA YA RASOOLULLAH

Awakened by your love,
I flicker like a candle's light
tryin to hold on in the dark.
Yet, you spare me no blows
and keep asking,
"Why do you complain?"