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Eve Wednesday, April 04, 2007 05:13 PM

The words of the Sufi sages
 
Sha Abdul Lattif Bhitai's Poem

When I an arrow do recive
on that spot I remain;
Perhaps my Hero-love again
will strike in mercy sweet.

Physician give no medicine.
may health I never see...
May be, enquiring after me
my love to me will come.

Sacrifice your head, and 'suffer'
if loved-ones send dismay...
Say not, 'Forsaken''t is their way
like this to form their links

Those that cut me up, became
the kindly surgeon too-
The wound they quickly dressed, and cured
within a day the same
Oh heart! and now make this your aim
"stay with them, and be safe from wounds"

As long there is no need, so long
physician is not here...
But when one day pain does appear
it is as though the leech had come!

They read and read, but what they read
their hearts refuse to store-
The more they pages turn, the more
are deeply steeped in sin.

O friend, why are you still inclined
to waste paper and ink-
Go rather forth and try to find
the source where words were formed.

The world with 'I' doth overflow
and with it flaunts about-
But its own 'Self' it doth not know...
't is a migician's spell.

They do not heed the glorious line
that does begin with 'A'-
In vain they look for the Divine,
though page on page they turn.
You only read the letter.

Eve Saturday, April 07, 2007 01:35 PM

Poem of mavlana Jalaluddin rumi

Oh Beloved,
take me.
Liberate my soul.
Fill me with your love and
release me from the two worlds.
If I set my heart on anything but you
let fire burn me from inside.
Oh Beloved,
take away what I want.
Take away what I do.
Take away what I need.
Take away everything
that takes me from you.

Don't try to hold on to this.
You'll lose it.
Don't pull the curtain.
It will end.
This moment with all of us here
is paradise,
but don't try to leave this way.
You'll ruin it.

Don't try to hold on to this.
You'll lose it.
Don't pull the curtain.
It will end.
This moment with all of us here
is paradise,
but don't try to leave this way.
You'll ruin it.

Eve Wednesday, May 02, 2007 07:22 PM

[B]Sha Abdul Lattif Bhitai's Poem[/B]

[B]Kalyan-I
(Peace)[/B]

1
The One Creator, the all greats;
Lord of the universe-
The living, the original;
Ruler with power innate;
The giver, the sustainer,
the unique , compassionate;
This master praise, to Him alone
thyself in praise prostrate..
The generous, who does create
the universe in pairs..
2
None shares His glory, "He was..is,
shall be"..who this doth say
Accepts Mohammad as 'guide'
with heart and love's true sway;
None from amongst those lost their way
or ever went astray.
3
"He is without a partner" , when
this glorious news you break-
With love and knowledge, Mohammad
accept ..as cause him take
Why would you then obeisance make
to others after that?
4
From One, many to being came;
'many' but Oneness is;
Don't get confounded, Reality
is 'One' , this truth don't miss-
Commotions vast diplay- all this
I vow, of Loved-one is.
5
The Echo and the call are same,
if you sound's secret knew-
They both were one, but two became
only when 'hearing' came.
6
A thousand doors and windows too,
the palace has ..but see,
Wherever I might go or be
master confronts me there
7
If you have learnt to long, by pain
be not distressed-
Secret of love's sorrow must be
never confessed-
Suffering is by the heart caressed,
and there it is preserved.
8
The poison-drinking lovers, lured
by poison sweet, drink more and more;
To bitterness of fatal cup,
the poison-drinkers are innured,
Though wounds are festering, and uncured,
no whispers to the vulgar goes.
9
All from Belved's side is sweet
whate'er He gives to you.
There is no bitter, if you knew
the secret how to taste.
10
There is a call to gallow, friends,
will any of you go!
Those who do talk of love may Know
to gallows they must speed.
11
If you a draught desire
to tavern find your way;
Thy head do sever, and that head
beside the barrel lay;
Onlywhen you this price do pay
then few cupe you may quaff.
12
The genuine lover, for his head
care and concern has none;
He cuts it off---joins it with breath
as gift then hends it on ;
Carves down to shoulders, forem loved-one
then begs for love's return.
13
To guard and to preservethe head,
the lover,s business is not this---
One of beloved's glance is worth
so many hundreds head of his---
Flesh, skinand bone, and all there is ,
the 'least ' of loved-one , equals not.

cinderalla Monday, June 11, 2007 12:04 PM

[U]Quotes from Jelauddin Rumi [/U]
Hear from the heart wordless mysteries!
Understand what cannot be understood!
In man's stone-dark heart there burns a fire
That burns all veils to their root and foundation.
When the veils are burned away, the heart will understand completely...
Ancient Love will unfold ever-fresh forms
In the heart of the Spirit, in the core of the heart.
_______________________________

I have put duality away,
I have seen the two worlds are one;
One I seek, One I know,
One I see, One I call.
He is the first, He is the last,
He is the outward, he is the inward.
_____________________________
Everything you see has its roots in the unseen world.
The forms may change, yet the essence remains the same.
Every wonderful sight will vanish, every sweet word will fade,
But do not be disheartened,
The source they come from is eternal, growing,
Branching out, giving new life and new joy.
Why do you weep?
The source is within you
And this whole world is springing up from it.

Predator Wednesday, March 11, 2009 03:13 PM

[B][U][CENTER][FONT="Georgia"][SIZE="5"][COLOR="DarkGreen"]ALL IS HE[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT][/CENTER][/U][/B]


[B][I][CENTER][COLOR="Black"][SIZE="3"][FONT="Georgia"]He Himself is the splendour of the splendid,


He Himself is the soul of beauty,


He Himself is the form of the beloved,


He Himself is beauty complete,


He Himself is teacher,


He Himself is pupil,


He is thought Himself,


All this is known within the soul.


He Himself gives message,


He Himself is the king,


He Himself takes care of Himself,


He Himself sees Himself,


He Himself loves Himself,


He Himself creates abundantly,


He Himself longs for His created,


He is this, He is that,


He is the lord of death, He is the lord of life,


He is foe, He is friend,


He is here, He is there,


He lives in the mind,


He Himself sees the light of Himself.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/CENTER][/I][/B]

[B][CENTER][COLOR="DarkGreen"]Sain Shah Latif[/COLOR][/CENTER][/B]

happy ending Wednesday, April 08, 2009 11:57 PM

Someone Should Start Laughing : Hafiz
 
I have a thousand brilliant lies
For the question:

How are you?

I have a thousand brilliant lies
For the question:

What is God?

If you think that the Truth can be known
From words,

If you think that the Sun and the Ocean

Can pass through that tiny opening Called the mouth,

O someone should start laughing!
Someone should start wildly Laughing –Now

happy ending Tuesday, April 28, 2009 09:14 PM

[CENTER][FONT="Garamond"][SIZE="4"][COLOR="Magenta"]Dancing is not to keep jumping up
floating in the air without pain like dust
Dancing is to jump out
from two worlds
to shatter your heart
to leap your soul
[/COLOR]
[B](Maulana Jalal ud din Rumi)[/B]
[/SIZE][/FONT][/CENTER]

wind Friday, May 22, 2009 09:34 AM

[COLOR="Blue"]Ask those who know,
what's this soul within the flesh?
Reality's own power.
What blood fills these veins?

Thought is an errand boy,
fear a mine of worries.
These sighs are love's clothing.
Who is the Khan on the throne?

Give thanks for His unity.
He created when nothing existed.
And since we are actually nothing,
what are all of Solomon's riches?

Ask Yunus and Taptuk
what the world means to them..
The world won't last.
What are You? What am I?[/COLOR]

Yunus Emre, - 'The Drop That Became Sea'

wind Friday, May 22, 2009 09:40 AM

[CENTER][/CENTER][B][COLOR="Green"]Let sorrowful longing dwell in your heart,

never give up, never losing hope.

The Beloved says, "The broken ones are My darlings."

Crush your heart, be broken[/COLOR][/B]



Shaikh Abu Saeed Abil Kheir -

wind Sunday, May 31, 2009 06:28 PM

[B][COLOR="Blue"]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[/COLOR].[/B]

[SIZE="2"]Rumi - "Hidden Music" - Maryam Mafi & Azima Melita Kolin[/SIZE]


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