Tag Archive: Sufi ideology


Flood- Kabir

 

My body is flooded
With the flame of Love.
My soul lives in
A furnace of bliss.


Love’s fragrance
Fills my mouth,
And fans through all things
With each outbreath .
               — Kabir

 

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The One — Sarmad Kashani

Sarmand Shaheed

“Although hundreds of friends
Have become my foes,
The friendship of One
Has given security to my soul.
Rejecting many I have embraced the One-
At last
I am He and He is me.”     
― Sarmad Shaheed, The Rubaiyat of Sarmad

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Seeker — Rumi

Seeker

I have been a seeker and I still am,
but I stopped asking the books and the stars.
I started listening to the teaching of my soul — Rumi

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Heart — Rumi

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I looked in temples, churches and mosques.
But I found the Divine within my Heart.   — Rumi

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Dirt — Shams Tabrizi

Dirt

The real dirt is not outside, but inside, in our hearts.

We can wash all stains with water.

The only ones we can’t remove is the grudge and the bad intentions sticking to our hearts.

—Shams Tabrizi

Eternal Being —kabir

Etrenal being

 

Had mein chale so maanava, behad chale so saadh

Had behad dono taje, taako bata agaadh

 

(Translation in English )

The one who is confined in limitations is human,

the one who roams into unlimited, is a Sadhu.

The one who has dropped both limited and unlimited,

unfathomable is his being and understanding.   —————Kabir

Belong — Rumi

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“My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.” — Rumi

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Satisfaction —- Rumi

Lover of Knoweldge

Two there are, who are never satisfied ;

The lover of the world and the lover of Knowledge. —– Rumi

Journey —- Shams Tabrizi

Journey

 

“Wherever you go, east, west, north or south, think of it as a journey into yourself  !

The one who travels into itself travels the world.” —- Shams Tabrizi

 

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Ocean — Kabir

Ocean

 

“All know that the drop merges into the ocean, but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.” —Kabir

 

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You owe me — Hafez

Owed

“Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,

“You owe me.”

Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.” —- Hafez

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Emptiness

“When everyone is trying to be something, be nothing.

Range with emptiness.

Human should be like a pot.

As the pot is hold by its emptiness inside,

human is hold by the awareness of his nothingness.”   —- Shams Tabrizi

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To the Root —Rumi

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Open your hidden eyes and return to the root of the root of your own self. —– Rumi

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Fana (self annihilation )

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Khuda:

Aise na dekh apne mehboob ko e sahil,

ye jan-nisaar nigahen kahein, kar  na de tujhe  Fana  .

Sahil:

Mehboob hi jannat, mehboob hi shuraat,

mehboob hi ibadat, mehboob hi daulat,

mehboob  pehchan, mehboob  ab mera imaan,

((Long Pause))

karde, karde, karde-e- maula, bahaar-e-ishq, karde mujhe fana.       —— Diwane-e-sahil

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Translation to english :

God:

Donot  watch your beloved in such a loving way o dear sahil,

these beautiful eyes will lead to your annihilation.

Sahil:

My beloved is my heaven, my beloved is my success,

my beloved is my prayer, my beloved is my wealth,

beloved is my identity, my beloved is now my faith,

((Long Pause))

do it, do it, do it my lord,  in this spring of love ,go ahead destroy me.    —— Diwane-e-sahil

Teacher — Shams Tabrizi

Teacher

There are more fake guides,
teachers in the world than stars.
The real guide is the one who makes you see your inner beauty,
not the one who wants to be admired and followed.            ——— Shams Tabrizi

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I am a pagan and a worshiper of love: the creed (of Muslims) I do not need;
Every vein of mine has become taunt like a wire,
the (Brahman’s) girdle I do not need.
Leave from my bedside, you ignorant physician !
The only cure for the patient of love is the sight of his beloved –
other than this no medicine does he need.
If there be no pilot in our boat, let there be none:
We have god in our midst: the sea we do not need.
The people of the world say that Khusrau worships idols.
So he does, so he does; the people he does not need,
the world he does not need. —- Amir Khusrau

 

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Solitude – Rumi

“Study me as much as you like, you will not know me,

for I differ in a hundred ways from what you see me to be.

Put yourself behind my eyes and see me as I see myself,

for I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.”       —Rumi

 

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Bride by Amir Khusro

You’ve taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance.
By making me drink the wine of love-potion,
You’ve intoxicated me by just a glance;
My fair, delicate wrists with green bangles in them,
Have been held tightly by you with just a glance.
I give my life to you, Oh my cloth-dyer,
You’ve dyed me in yourself, by just a glance.
I give my whole life to you Oh, Nijam,
You’ve made me your bride, by just a glance. —-Amir Khusro

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Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence:
This place made from our love for that emptiness!

Yet somehow comes emptiness,
this existence goes.

Praise to that happening, over and over!
For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.

Then one swoop, one swing of the arm,
that work is over.

Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope,
free of mountainous wanting.

The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw
blown off into emptiness.

These words I’m saying so much begin to lose meaning:
Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:

Words and what they try to say swept
out the window, down the slant of the roof.

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Mystic Sufi poetry I

The noise of the lover is only while he has not seen his Beloved. Once he sees the beloved, he becomes calm and quiet, just as the rivers are boisterous before they join the ocean, but when they do so, there are becalmed forever.

~Khwaja Mu’inuddin Hasan Chishti

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.

~Rumi


When he has renounced the world so that he does not take to it on account of his (own) desire nor in compliance with the urges of his own self but just to fulfil the commandment of God, he is then commanded to talk to the world and establish contact with the it because now there is a portion for him in it which cannot be discarded and which has not been created for any other reason.

Abdul Qadir Gilani

The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you,
not knowing
how blind that I was

Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere
They’re in each other all along.

~Rumi


I have been pierced by the arrow of love,
what shall I do ?

I can neither live, nor can I die.
Listen ye to my ceaseless outpourings,
I have peace neither by night, nor by day.
I cannot do without my Beloved even for a moment.
I have been pierced by the arrow of love,
what shall I do ?

The fire of separation is unceasing !
Let someone take care of my love.
How can I be saved without seeing him?
I have been pierced by the arrow of love,
what shall I do ?

~Bulleh Shah

With my Beloved I alone have been,
When secrets tenderer than evening airs
Passed, and the Vision blest
Was granted to my prayers,
That crowned me, else obscure, with endless fame;
The while amazed between
His Beauty and His Majesty
I stood in silent ecstasy
Revealing that which o’er my spirit went and came.
Lo, in His face commingled
Is every charm and grace;
The whole of Beauty singled
Into a perfect face
Beholding Him would cry,
‘There is no God but He, and He is the most High.’

~Rabi’a al-’Adawiyya


When my Beloved appears,
With what eye do I see Him?

With His eye, not with mine,
For none sees Him except Himself.

~Ibn Arabi

Enough of these phrases,
Conceit and metaphors,
I want burning, burning, burning.

~Rumi

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