Tag Archive: sufi poetry


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

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

sufi

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

The Wait — Rumi

The Wait

One day your heart will take you to your Lover.
One day your soul will carry you to the Beloved.
Don’t get lost in your pain, know that one day your
pain will become your cure. —-Rumi

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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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Drunk —Rumi

Every question I ask is about you,
Every step I take is towards you.
I slept well last night
but I woke up drunk.
I must have dreamt about you. —Rumi

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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

sufism

Classical Sufi scholars have defined Sufism as “a science whose objective is the reparation of the heart and turning it away from all else but God.” Alternatively, in the words of the renowned Darqawi Sufi teacher Ahmad ibn Ajiba, “a science through which one can know how to travel into the presence of the Divine, purify one’s inner self from filth, and beautify it with a variety of praiseworthy traits.”

During the primary stages of Sufism, Sufis were characterised by their particular attachment to dhikr “remembrance [of God]” and asceticism. Sufism arose among pious Muslims as a reaction against the worldliness of the early Umayyad Caliphate (661-750 CE). The Sufi movement has spanned several continents and cultures over a millennium, at first expressed through Arabic, then through Persian, Turkish and a dozen other languages. ṭuruq “Orders”, either Sunnī or Shī‘ī in doctrine, trace their origins from the Islamic Prophet Muhammad through his cousin ‘Alī, or from Abu Bakr.

According to some modern proponents, such as Idries Shah, the Sufi philosophy is universal in nature, its roots predating the arising of Islam and the other modern-day religions; likewise, some Muslims feel that Sufism is outside the sphere of Islam, although some scholars of Islam contend that it is simply the name for the inner or esoteric dimension of Islam.

Sufism has a heavy influence in south Asia and Iran region . In India many conversions into Islam took place via sufis such as Muslim rajputs, muslim marwaris , muslim jats , muslim gujjars, muslim khatri . the conversions were usually in the northen India where sufism holds great importance.Though the history books are filled with another account of conversion which was done with force, that conversion has nothing to with Sufism but to do with Aurangzeb’s authoritarian Islamist rule of India.

In India sufism is seen as something which unities many religions and its teaching of tolerance is also the reason for its wingspreads.

There are many great sufi scholoras that have lived among us, a few namely are:

  1. Hazrath Khwaja Qutbuddin Bakhtiyar Kaki RA (Delhi)
  2. Hazrath Makhdoom Allauddin Ali Ahmed “Sabir” RA (Kalyar)
  3. Hazrath Khwaja Nizamuddin Aulia “Mehboob Elahi” RA (Delhi)
  4. Hazrath Khwaja Naseeruddin Mahmood “Roshan Chirag” RA (Delhi)
  5. Kabir
  6. Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi (1203-1273)
  7. Baba Sheikh Farid(1173 – 1266)
  8. Bulleh Shah (1680 – 1758)
  9. Farid ud-Din Attar (1120- 1220)
  10. Khwaja Abdullah Ansari (1006 – 1088)
  11. Ahmad al-Alawi (1869 – 1934)
  12. Omar Khayyam (11th Century)
  13. Hazrat Shaikh Khwaja Syed Muhammad Mu’īnuddīn Chishtī (1141-1230)

The above sufi saints ar those who span many continents but have just one message: peace and love !

The Bride-Soul by Kabir

Kabir

The Bride – Soul Longs for Her Husband, The Beloved

When will that day dawn, Mother;

When the One I took birth for

Holds me to His heart with deathless love?

I long for the bliss of divine union.

I long to lose my body, mind, and soul

And become one with my husband.

When will that day dawn, Mother?

Husband, fulfil now the longing I have had

Since before the universe was made.

Enter me completely and release me.

In terrible lonely years without You

I yearn and yearn for You.

I spend sleepless nights hunting for You,

Gazing into darkness after You,

With unblinking hopeless eyes.

When will that day dawn, Mother?

When will my Lord hold me to His heart?

My empty bed, like a hungry tigress,

Devours me whenever I try to sleep.

Listen to your slave’s prayer –

Come and put out this blaze of agony

That consumes my soul and body.

When will He hold me to His heart?

When will that day dawn, Mother?

Kabir sings, “If I ever meet You, my Beloved,

I’ll cling to you so fiercely You melt into me;

I’ll sing from inside You songs of union,

World-dissolving songs of Eternal Bliss.”

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