2007-01-12
05:19:19
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➔ Religion & Spirituality
The luminous point that is called the ego,
Keeps glowing the spark of life in our corporeal body.
Through love it becomes more lasting,
More alive, more fervent, and more luminous.
Through love its essence is blazed up,
And its hidden treasures are evolved.
The ego acquires fire from love,
And learns how to illuminate the universe with this fire.
It is love that brings peace as well as conflict to the world.
Love is the Water of life as well as the well‑tempered sword.
Learn the art of being a lover and aspire for loveliness,
Strive to attain the eyes of Noah and aspire for Job's heart.
Discover alchemy in a handful of mud.
And kiss the threshold of sublimity.
2007-01-12
05:22:13 ·
update #1
The beloved is hidden in thy heart.
If thou art gifted with eyes, come,
I will show thee his face,
His lovers are lovelier than all the beloveds of the world,
More beautiful, more elegant and more loveable.
Through his love the heart gains strength,
And the earth attains the exalted status of the Pleiades.
The land of Najd was made vigilant ingenious through his grace,
In a state of ecstasy it flew higher than the heavens.
2007-01-12
05:23:33 ·
update #2
The heart of the Muslim in the seat of al‑Mustafa.
Whatever respect we command is due to his name.
Mount Sinai is nothing but dust that arose from his House,
His parlour is sacred even for the Ka'bah.
The mat is grateful to him that he prefers to sleep on it,
The Taq‑e Kisra is trampled under the feet of his Ummah.
He retired to the privacy of the Cave of Hira ;
And brought forth a nation, a constitution and a government,
Night after night passed by his bedside finding him awake,
So that his people could rest on the throne of Khusrow.
2007-01-12
05:25:21 ·
update #3
We are more naked than the Lady of al‑Ta’i.
We are stripped of our robe of honour before the nations.
He is the source of our credibility on the Day of Judgement,
In this world, too, it is he whose love covers our faults.
We, who do not recognize any boundaries and nationalities,
Like vision from the two eyes, are one in reality.
We may belong to Hijaz, Egypt or Iran,
But we are the dew‑drops of the same laughing dawn.
The eyes of the keeper of the tavern of Bathd' have intoxicated us,
We are like, the goblet full to the brim with this wine,
Like a hundred‑leaf flower we smell alike,
For it is he who breathes life into this bouquet, and he is one
2007-01-12
05:27:48 ·
update #4