Words wend their way through the valley that’s in a hidden location,
In the echoing mountains they are a roar as great as a lion’s locution.
Words whose source is utmost simplicity and clarity are so magnified,
Their ferocity makes the foolhardy turn tail as if menace they implied.
It takes a stout heart and humble disposition to pass them calmly by,
It takes a love-filled heart that’s gone beyond desolation to even try.
It takes a well- trained soldier who has fought the battle of life each day,
It takes a pilgrim who has found a guide with real knowledge of the way.
In your heart you will hear that it’s not easy to walk this arduous route,
Many thoughts of doubt, dithering and diffidence arise from your brute;
I mean that greed filled, hating, lusting, angry, proud and mean
companion,
Who, if that one could, would hold you captive to misery, till all life has
gone?
Be sincere in your intention and the kind God may allow you to
continue,
May even turn to gold those vile qualities, if your deepest heart is true.
May the Lord of all the Worlds bring relief and give a purpose to you,
To live as if dead to this world and then to die as if being born anew.
And more than this, seek to live in His love, not for a while but eternally,
As souls whose hearts have woken to His love, will in His love ever be.
Were words just so much foam on the waves of reality,
Worth the effort of speech they would not be.
But fortunately there are words that touch the heart,
Whose source is far beyond the poets vain art.
When love sleeps, life weeps, and comfort vainly it seeks,
When love wakes the earth shakes and everything speaks.
When love is alive all thrives and a mountain starts to dance,
Did you think it was you? No you can only cavort and prance.
Love knows another way; the way of union with the divinity,
The way of the deep ocean, not of the waves of frivolity.
Come trade in your self, it is worthless, get a much better deal,
Become a profit-making trader, and the surge of real love feel.
Then let the inner light that lights up the light of your pure soul,
Fill your whole being with light, love and life from pole to pole.
How is it we should be surprised if happiness decides to hide?
When convoluted negative thoughts come to plague us inside.
Be simple and clear and trusting that divine providence is good,
Then happiness will show itself and fill your heart as it should.
The link between Love and what is true and good,
By each and every one is surely not understood.
Our judgement of what do and how to do it too,
Is inevitably faulty unless it is coloured by You.
Really there is an error, however hard we may try;
But when we are empty and from our own self fly,
Then from Your Love everything flows effortlessly,
Or even better, Love takes over every part of me.
Cherish the days of love and for them offer gratitude,
Let them perfume every day and offer gratitude.
Let the days of love be every day and offer gratitude,
Be content with love and of course with gratitude.
Myths are stories we tell our self or each other,
They comfort us so why should we go further,
But there is truth and it cannot be evaded,
It can free us from our self even if painfully.
It is not just some kind of verbal explanation,
That's usually yet another kind of narration.
It's not a perception either, it's the reality,
Words may point in its direction naturally,
But words are not enough to encompass it.
Beneath every expression it will quietly sit,
Waiting for our questing heart and mind,
It, absolute existence to finally find.
Death of course will unveil it eventually,
Oh my Lord before then show it I pray to me.
I wish I could show you the reality behind this show,
But it's in the hands of one who is really in the know.
Walk, float or fly it doesn't really matter as long as we arrive,
To fulfill the purpose of this little life really strive.
I would show you the splendour of His creation, really I would,
But He knows better what for you is good.
Come celebrate the saints who passed beyond death,
Praise the Lord of Love with every thought and breath.
I never guessed or thought life could be like this,
It's as if one is walking in a garden fragrant with bliss.
It's not enough of course for I am waiting for you,
But as waiting rooms go it will do, it will do.
There is something solid about a square apple pie
While you wait to taste it you can only sob and sigh,
But when at last it is open you get high,
And say square or round it's a great apple pie.
Don't ask where love is, ask when. It is now, it is now.
Don't ask how to love, it has no why nor where nor how.
Behind every manifestation that love may show,
There is a hidden light that will forever glow.
If fear of this or that comes our way, what to do?
Is it not as natural as saying the clear sky is blue?
O my dear it may appear that way but it’s not true,
For that fear will generate events unwanted by you.
Give birth instead to thoughts and feelings that rise,
And find the place where real love in all its glory lies.
Don’t be distracted by desire, turn it to what is good,
Your mind knows it should, your heart knows it could.
The secret of Allah is hidden inside you, yes it is, it is,
Within us is the place where only the true fear lives!
From that love, which encompasses all, fear to be far,
Then be in His sky and shine like an intense night star.
Grey and rainy it’s plain for all to see, Manchester,
With a hidden heart that few can see, Manchester.
A heart that shines behind the veil of Manchester,
A heart that loves and that lights up Manchester.
Just a northern city it may be to you, Manchester,
But there is heart that few can see in Manchester.
I woke and sought out love, but found only love’s pretence,
I asked, “Where have you gone?” but I heard only it’s silence.
I looked everywhere and in every face but love I did not see,
Until in the movement of my heart I felt something calling me.
There love sat, silent and patient, waiting it seemed to be.
There love lived, there was its eternal abode, there it’s unity.
Then every moment, every place, every face had love’ trace.
It knew no distinction of colour or creed or gender or race.
Then it dawned on my confused half waking state of mind,
That love has no place, nor face, nor limitation of any kind.
And every myth and fantasy and idol it shatters so easily.
I can tell you love is real, but you will say, “Yes” so sleepily.
Its residence is in every heart and in everybody’s mind,
It’s for you to seek out and by the grace of God to find.
The silent grey mountains in the early morning light,
The lake's silver white water shining so still and bright,
The beauties standing watching this lovely sight,
It means nothing to the soul stuck in the drear of a dark night.
Walk away from the self and its endless unhappy plight,
The friend is calling you from despair to come into the light.
Happiness and joy are the state of your heart and your mind,
In external beauty this place you will not ever find,
The beauty of the beloved is within you and does not depart,
It does not dwell in external forms or any kind of art.
The sun is always there only hidden by cloud or the shadow of the
night.
To the sun such distractions are nothing at all it goes on giving light,
Lost in the cloud it's easy to forget this simple reality,
Come lover find the way, emerge from the cloud with me.
Love does not depend upon opinion,
It is not simply a nice luxury option,
It is the very life blood of the ardent lover,
It is the way to Allah greater than any other.
Those thoughts that shout out doubt,
Blow them away cast them out,
That pain that plainly comes from worry,
Tell it leave fast and tell it to really hurry.
That tension that arises from aggression,
Send it into a permanent retirement,
Teach the selfish self about hospitality,
Teach the mean mind all about generosity,
Teach the pompous ass about humility,
In fact teach yourself the meaning of humanity,
And surely a richer stronger better person be.
Every day I have to drag you to paradise this way,
Every day I have to show you how to truly pray,
Every day I have to tell you what love has to say,
Every day I have to have your love, come what may.
Let the rich and wealthy of the world have their way,
They are given but a short while to have their say,
The wealth of the pious is better and lasts longer,
But the infinite wealth of Allah is reserved only for the lover.
If the hearts of all of you would only open up,
And would pour your life's blood into Allah's cup,
You would find that sacrifice had bought you life,
And love instead of anxiety, worry, doubt and strife.
For the fortunate few the pilgrimage is done,
Now those blessed souls know life has just begun,
Now there is love of God, praise and prayer,
All impurities the sinner has surely left there.
The symbols of nature are a marvel no doubt,
But it is not what love is really all about.
Make imagination focused on what's real,
Then the substance of that reality feel.
The martyrs of Karbala how can one praise them sufficiently?
O Hussain such love, such devotion, so far beyond mere duty.
May Allah bestow his constant love and His undying affection,
On you and your companions, that chose such a noble action
In Ajmer the entrance to the endless energy of ecstasy can be found,
Where the presence of the Emperor of love is everywhere, all around.
Where the capacity to purify in the celestial fire of love has its centre,
Where the sincere seeker is bidden by the unsleeping sentry to enter.
Where the words of Allah take on a life not suspected by the ignorant,
Where passion for truth is a vehicle that carries us beyond mere cant.
Where the spirits of saintly souls impregnate the soil with their purity,
Where the world despairs and at last departs, leaving just His infinity.
O Khwaja there is in me that which would ask for a thousand favours,
But you know best where to pour divine love, with its myriad flavour
So you found the bottom of the well at last,
Found the way to the perfection of Alast?
Beyond darkness there is an end to misery,
A light that speaks silently of immortality.
Prophet Yusuf knew it very well of course,
And prophet Yunus too rode on that horse;
Even holy prophet Mohammed felt its effect,
Before Iqra made it clear he was of the elect.
Drink of the essence to be found in despair,
Know that the very source of love is also there.
Certainty is concealed where very few can go,
This the true guide, to you, may one day show.
It came to me in the early morning calm,
That there was for every difficulty a balm.
Something to soothe the frenzied brain,
From it, all anxiety and anguish to drain.
It came to me in the early morning stillness,
That there is One Who has power to bless.
That there is One who is forever present,
Though that One seems so still and silent.
It came to me in the early morning quietness,
When even birdsong seems to want to bless,
That there is a love that drowns out conflicts,
And heals the wounds the working day inflicts.
It came to me in the early morning prayer today,
That there is One who hears and says, ‘Yea, Yea,
Away with self pity, away with self inflicted harm,
Away with agitation; welcome, love’s sweet psalm’.
It came to me in the early morning sweetness,
That every day is another chance for success.
The success that is grateful for what He is giving,
The success of finding that life is meant for living.
I feel pity if you find for these words no sympathy,
If, even at dawn, you think them to be just empty.
If the dreariness of a dim, desolate mind holds you,
I can only pray one dawn you will find them true.
It came to me in the early morning calm,
That there was for every difficulty a balm.
Something to soothe the frenzied brain,
From it, all anxiety and anguish to drain.
e sun rises and a thousand diversions appear,
But within this mayhem, inward peace comes when we pray.
The sun rises and so many dissatisfactions appear,
But within the heart there is certain satisfaction when we pray.
The sun rises and so many differences appear,
But in the dog eat dog world there is altruism when we pray.
The sun rises and so many daily conflicts appear,
But the hostile factions of the day sign a truce when we pray.
The sun rises and so many doubts appear,
But doubt and diffidence pack their bags when we pray.
The warfare they call the daily grind of each and every day,
Makes its salam when to the self subsisting, loving one we pray.
If I had a gun I might hold it to your head and say,
“Today you will find love or it will be your last day”.
That way, however, may not have divine sanction,
Love waits, but your mind finds much distraction.
The holy one marvelled that he too must enchain,
Many who from paradise had wished to abstain.
Love surrounds you from within and from without,
And yet you seem not to hear it’s longing shout.
Come, find that place in your heart and your mind,
Where to love itself your whole being is resigned
The time of mourning passes, inevitably,
Although it seems it will last an eternity.
The joy of a birth fades into daily care,
Though at the time it’s such a great affair.
Lover and beloved exalt in joyful union,
The intensity of such ecstasy is soon gone.
So is time the great killer we should fear?
Is it an invincible force as it would appear?
No, it’s only heedlessness that makes it so,
Eternity laughs at time and it’s little show.
Nothing goes from the memory of Divinity.
Blow away time’s dust from heart and mind,
Past, present, and future there you will find
In the echoing mountains they are a roar as great as a lion’s locution.
Words whose source is utmost simplicity and clarity are so magnified,
Their ferocity makes the foolhardy turn tail as if menace they implied.
It takes a stout heart and humble disposition to pass them calmly by,
It takes a love-filled heart that’s gone beyond desolation to even try.
It takes a well- trained soldier who has fought the battle of life each day,
It takes a pilgrim who has found a guide with real knowledge of the way.
In your heart you will hear that it’s not easy to walk this arduous route,
Many thoughts of doubt, dithering and diffidence arise from your brute;
I mean that greed filled, hating, lusting, angry, proud and mean
companion,
Who, if that one could, would hold you captive to misery, till all life has
gone?
Be sincere in your intention and the kind God may allow you to
continue,
May even turn to gold those vile qualities, if your deepest heart is true.
May the Lord of all the Worlds bring relief and give a purpose to you,
To live as if dead to this world and then to die as if being born anew.
And more than this, seek to live in His love, not for a while but eternally,
As souls whose hearts have woken to His love, will in His love ever be.
Were words just so much foam on the waves of reality,
Worth the effort of speech they would not be.
But fortunately there are words that touch the heart,
Whose source is far beyond the poets vain art.
When love sleeps, life weeps, and comfort vainly it seeks,
When love wakes the earth shakes and everything speaks.
When love is alive all thrives and a mountain starts to dance,
Did you think it was you? No you can only cavort and prance.
Love knows another way; the way of union with the divinity,
The way of the deep ocean, not of the waves of frivolity.
Come trade in your self, it is worthless, get a much better deal,
Become a profit-making trader, and the surge of real love feel.
Then let the inner light that lights up the light of your pure soul,
Fill your whole being with light, love and life from pole to pole.
How is it we should be surprised if happiness decides to hide?
When convoluted negative thoughts come to plague us inside.
Be simple and clear and trusting that divine providence is good,
Then happiness will show itself and fill your heart as it should.
The link between Love and what is true and good,
By each and every one is surely not understood.
Our judgement of what do and how to do it too,
Is inevitably faulty unless it is coloured by You.
Really there is an error, however hard we may try;
But when we are empty and from our own self fly,
Then from Your Love everything flows effortlessly,
Or even better, Love takes over every part of me.
Cherish the days of love and for them offer gratitude,
Let them perfume every day and offer gratitude.
Let the days of love be every day and offer gratitude,
Be content with love and of course with gratitude.
Myths are stories we tell our self or each other,
They comfort us so why should we go further,
But there is truth and it cannot be evaded,
It can free us from our self even if painfully.
It is not just some kind of verbal explanation,
That's usually yet another kind of narration.
It's not a perception either, it's the reality,
Words may point in its direction naturally,
But words are not enough to encompass it.
Beneath every expression it will quietly sit,
Waiting for our questing heart and mind,
It, absolute existence to finally find.
Death of course will unveil it eventually,
Oh my Lord before then show it I pray to me.
I wish I could show you the reality behind this show,
But it's in the hands of one who is really in the know.
Walk, float or fly it doesn't really matter as long as we arrive,
To fulfill the purpose of this little life really strive.
I would show you the splendour of His creation, really I would,
But He knows better what for you is good.
Come celebrate the saints who passed beyond death,
Praise the Lord of Love with every thought and breath.
I never guessed or thought life could be like this,
It's as if one is walking in a garden fragrant with bliss.
It's not enough of course for I am waiting for you,
But as waiting rooms go it will do, it will do.
There is something solid about a square apple pie
While you wait to taste it you can only sob and sigh,
But when at last it is open you get high,
And say square or round it's a great apple pie.
Don't ask where love is, ask when. It is now, it is now.
Don't ask how to love, it has no why nor where nor how.
Behind every manifestation that love may show,
There is a hidden light that will forever glow.
If fear of this or that comes our way, what to do?
Is it not as natural as saying the clear sky is blue?
O my dear it may appear that way but it’s not true,
For that fear will generate events unwanted by you.
Give birth instead to thoughts and feelings that rise,
And find the place where real love in all its glory lies.
Don’t be distracted by desire, turn it to what is good,
Your mind knows it should, your heart knows it could.
The secret of Allah is hidden inside you, yes it is, it is,
Within us is the place where only the true fear lives!
From that love, which encompasses all, fear to be far,
Then be in His sky and shine like an intense night star.
Grey and rainy it’s plain for all to see, Manchester,
With a hidden heart that few can see, Manchester.
A heart that shines behind the veil of Manchester,
A heart that loves and that lights up Manchester.
Just a northern city it may be to you, Manchester,
But there is heart that few can see in Manchester.
I woke and sought out love, but found only love’s pretence,
I asked, “Where have you gone?” but I heard only it’s silence.
I looked everywhere and in every face but love I did not see,
Until in the movement of my heart I felt something calling me.
There love sat, silent and patient, waiting it seemed to be.
There love lived, there was its eternal abode, there it’s unity.
Then every moment, every place, every face had love’ trace.
It knew no distinction of colour or creed or gender or race.
Then it dawned on my confused half waking state of mind,
That love has no place, nor face, nor limitation of any kind.
And every myth and fantasy and idol it shatters so easily.
I can tell you love is real, but you will say, “Yes” so sleepily.
Its residence is in every heart and in everybody’s mind,
It’s for you to seek out and by the grace of God to find.
The silent grey mountains in the early morning light,
The lake's silver white water shining so still and bright,
The beauties standing watching this lovely sight,
It means nothing to the soul stuck in the drear of a dark night.
Walk away from the self and its endless unhappy plight,
The friend is calling you from despair to come into the light.
Happiness and joy are the state of your heart and your mind,
In external beauty this place you will not ever find,
The beauty of the beloved is within you and does not depart,
It does not dwell in external forms or any kind of art.
The sun is always there only hidden by cloud or the shadow of the
night.
To the sun such distractions are nothing at all it goes on giving light,
Lost in the cloud it's easy to forget this simple reality,
Come lover find the way, emerge from the cloud with me.
Love does not depend upon opinion,
It is not simply a nice luxury option,
It is the very life blood of the ardent lover,
It is the way to Allah greater than any other.
Those thoughts that shout out doubt,
Blow them away cast them out,
That pain that plainly comes from worry,
Tell it leave fast and tell it to really hurry.
That tension that arises from aggression,
Send it into a permanent retirement,
Teach the selfish self about hospitality,
Teach the mean mind all about generosity,
Teach the pompous ass about humility,
In fact teach yourself the meaning of humanity,
And surely a richer stronger better person be.
Every day I have to drag you to paradise this way,
Every day I have to show you how to truly pray,
Every day I have to tell you what love has to say,
Every day I have to have your love, come what may.
Let the rich and wealthy of the world have their way,
They are given but a short while to have their say,
The wealth of the pious is better and lasts longer,
But the infinite wealth of Allah is reserved only for the lover.
If the hearts of all of you would only open up,
And would pour your life's blood into Allah's cup,
You would find that sacrifice had bought you life,
And love instead of anxiety, worry, doubt and strife.
For the fortunate few the pilgrimage is done,
Now those blessed souls know life has just begun,
Now there is love of God, praise and prayer,
All impurities the sinner has surely left there.
The symbols of nature are a marvel no doubt,
But it is not what love is really all about.
Make imagination focused on what's real,
Then the substance of that reality feel.
The martyrs of Karbala how can one praise them sufficiently?
O Hussain such love, such devotion, so far beyond mere duty.
May Allah bestow his constant love and His undying affection,
On you and your companions, that chose such a noble action
In Ajmer the entrance to the endless energy of ecstasy can be found,
Where the presence of the Emperor of love is everywhere, all around.
Where the capacity to purify in the celestial fire of love has its centre,
Where the sincere seeker is bidden by the unsleeping sentry to enter.
Where the words of Allah take on a life not suspected by the ignorant,
Where passion for truth is a vehicle that carries us beyond mere cant.
Where the spirits of saintly souls impregnate the soil with their purity,
Where the world despairs and at last departs, leaving just His infinity.
O Khwaja there is in me that which would ask for a thousand favours,
But you know best where to pour divine love, with its myriad flavour
So you found the bottom of the well at last,
Found the way to the perfection of Alast?
Beyond darkness there is an end to misery,
A light that speaks silently of immortality.
Prophet Yusuf knew it very well of course,
And prophet Yunus too rode on that horse;
Even holy prophet Mohammed felt its effect,
Before Iqra made it clear he was of the elect.
Drink of the essence to be found in despair,
Know that the very source of love is also there.
Certainty is concealed where very few can go,
This the true guide, to you, may one day show.
It came to me in the early morning calm,
That there was for every difficulty a balm.
Something to soothe the frenzied brain,
From it, all anxiety and anguish to drain.
It came to me in the early morning stillness,
That there is One Who has power to bless.
That there is One who is forever present,
Though that One seems so still and silent.
It came to me in the early morning quietness,
When even birdsong seems to want to bless,
That there is a love that drowns out conflicts,
And heals the wounds the working day inflicts.
It came to me in the early morning prayer today,
That there is One who hears and says, ‘Yea, Yea,
Away with self pity, away with self inflicted harm,
Away with agitation; welcome, love’s sweet psalm’.
It came to me in the early morning sweetness,
That every day is another chance for success.
The success that is grateful for what He is giving,
The success of finding that life is meant for living.
I feel pity if you find for these words no sympathy,
If, even at dawn, you think them to be just empty.
If the dreariness of a dim, desolate mind holds you,
I can only pray one dawn you will find them true.
It came to me in the early morning calm,
That there was for every difficulty a balm.
Something to soothe the frenzied brain,
From it, all anxiety and anguish to drain.
e sun rises and a thousand diversions appear,
But within this mayhem, inward peace comes when we pray.
The sun rises and so many dissatisfactions appear,
But within the heart there is certain satisfaction when we pray.
The sun rises and so many differences appear,
But in the dog eat dog world there is altruism when we pray.
The sun rises and so many daily conflicts appear,
But the hostile factions of the day sign a truce when we pray.
The sun rises and so many doubts appear,
But doubt and diffidence pack their bags when we pray.
The warfare they call the daily grind of each and every day,
Makes its salam when to the self subsisting, loving one we pray.
If I had a gun I might hold it to your head and say,
“Today you will find love or it will be your last day”.
That way, however, may not have divine sanction,
Love waits, but your mind finds much distraction.
The holy one marvelled that he too must enchain,
Many who from paradise had wished to abstain.
Love surrounds you from within and from without,
And yet you seem not to hear it’s longing shout.
Come, find that place in your heart and your mind,
Where to love itself your whole being is resigned
The time of mourning passes, inevitably,
Although it seems it will last an eternity.
The joy of a birth fades into daily care,
Though at the time it’s such a great affair.
Lover and beloved exalt in joyful union,
The intensity of such ecstasy is soon gone.
So is time the great killer we should fear?
Is it an invincible force as it would appear?
No, it’s only heedlessness that makes it so,
Eternity laughs at time and it’s little show.
Nothing goes from the memory of Divinity.
Blow away time’s dust from heart and mind,
Past, present, and future there you will find
| Section Four Miscellaneous verses by Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri written in 2019 |
How is it we should be surprised if happiness decides to
hide,
When convoluted negative thoughts come to plague us
inside.
Be simple and clear, trusting that the divine providence is
good,
Then happiness will show itself and fill your heart as it
should.
Words have a way of infiltrating the open mind,
Words that speak of love or something of the kind,
The new day brings a new task for the open mind,
The supreme and only reality may be gentle and kind,
Or may be strong, firm and hard on the open mind.
There is no limit to the the power or mercy of the One,
He is not to be deterred by bomb, by bullet, or by gun.
Without His servants having earned it, He gives freely,
He withholds when He wishes and it is pure generosity
Love looks into my weary eyes, to my surprise!
I look back and from me every other thought flies.
Sobs and sighs and all such things just drift away,
Love’s look lingers, I know somehow it will stay.
The golden age of the prophet of Allah is now
It always was and surely it always will be, now.
If you don’t understand this you are truly trapped,
Disloyal unintentionally, yes, but you are trapped.
The perfection of the holy one and his message,
Does not belong to any age, that is the message.
On the other hand, if all you seek is mere novelty,
Condemned to paddle in the shallows you will be.
The truth of the message is a truly timeless wonder,
It unites, but mankind's self seeks only to sunder.
There is no cheating in heart or mind, if it’s love you
want to find,
No tremor nor a passing thought of infidelity can enter
the mind,
That would bring a pain non can explain; a void none can
avoid!
If love is your eternal creed, then with nothing else be
employed.
Working, driving, singing, talking, building, serving and
the rest,
These are shells, ignore them at your peril, their pearls
are best.
It’s no jest, love is the pearl in every shell, the purity in
every soul.
If it sounds puzzling to your ear then make knowledge
your goal.
It’s a common notion that being in love is a uniquely
human affair,
That’s nor devoid of sense; but consider the flower’s love
prayer.
It’s beloved is the sun’s heat at one time, at another it’s
the rain
Think well you will see that the lover from longing cannot
refrain.
Humans are imperfect that’s plain to see, but seekers too
maybe,
Anyway the lover finds the beloved as sure as the river
does the sea.
If the way seems long at times, and arduous, like the
daily grind,
The end and means are one when you unite body, heart
and mind..
To speak fine words about love is too easy, they say,
Every one can do it, in fact it’s really just child’s play.
That’s true if you mean the love of what fades away,
But the love that Allah bestows, that’s new every day.
Mighty and magnificent, marvellous and majestic too,
No words enough to praise God and what He can do,
None enough to indicate what joy His grace can bring,
To one who by day and by night of His love will sing.
The unity of God is the doorway to His multiplicity,
No other way can it be, anything else is impossibility.
You want an illustration to understand this simple fact,
Take the single cell in the body, it’s singularity is intact.
And yet it is composed of many complex interactions.
Know that unity of His, but inside it see all its factions.
They are one in substance or you could say quiddity,
But uncountable in the manifest magnificence you see.
Or take this sphere of ours, in the universe a single earth,
Yet look at so much diversity to which it has given birth.
He created man in his image is that not so, yes it is true,
Then do not doubt this simple thing now that I tell to you.
But no mistake, first by the door of unity we must enter,
If we wish to really know, and find our own cosmic centre
The message on the monument is a moment in time,
Temporal transience tells many stories, some sublime,
But eternity ends their reign whether terrible or benign,
Like kings they have their say until He draws the line.
Not so those who rule within by a truly divine decree,
Those who have been shown the gateway to eternity.
Do not waste time or energy on this world or the next,
To please the eternal source of love is by far the best.
Dark and wet it is, the night,
Full of longing for the light.
It’s as if the wind is weeping,
And a love song is singing,
As if it wants the door’s surrender,
And for the power of love to enter.
Dark and wet it is, the night,
Full of longing for the light.
It’s as if a kettle is whistling,
And tea in the pot is waiting.
As if, this moment has been sent,
And this release of flavour meant.
Dark and wet it is, the night,
Full of longing for the light.
It’s as if now the dawn is starting,
And has made an end of weeping.
As if dark clouds have been parted,
And the sun’s voyage finally started.
Dark and wet it is, the night,
Full of longing for the light.
The day will come for sure my dear,
The day will come, away with fear.
How should love any longer delay,
It waits only the end of night’s stay.
O Lord! In to the expectant heart pour,
The love it’s so long been waiting for.
It occurs to me, having read from the sage a word, or
two,
That there is a message for me to give; an absurd thing
to do!
Whatever you may read by way of wisdom apply it only to
you,
Do not read or hear to impress others with all that
hullabaloo.
The holy prophet was Ummi, he knew without school or
study,
He only passed on what he was instructed to by the
Divinity.
When it comes to love it’s not something to casually
parade,
It’s a secret between the lover and beloved, not to be
betrayed.
If you cannot restrain the joy it brings then go, find a
deep well,
And like Hazrat Ali shout your secret there, but no one
else tell.
Your servant rises to unheard of heights, transported
there by You,
It’s a wonder! No it’s more than that, it is something good
and true.
You grant your servants lordship of land, of air and even
of the sea,
No more than that, You grant them lordship over selfish
iniquity.
That in itself is marvellous and beyond word’s ability to
express;
But there is something more with which your servants
You bless,
And that is the Love that passes far beyond the
knowledge of man.
The Love that has endured since before the act of
creation began.
Give these words we pray the sincerity that they
inevitably require,
Fill them with that spirit and with the light of the eternal
celestial fire,
Grant that the writer, the reader and the hearer may all
be benefitted,
And that by them to your infinite Mercy the sincere ones
may be led
The name of love is given easily to all kinds of things,
To enduring affection and to momentary wild flings.
The name of love is given to a deeply felt passion,
Or to an attraction that is as transient as a fashion.
The name of love is used to speak of parental pride,
Or something as temporary as a short donkey ride.
The name of love is applied to an exquisite scent,
Or used to speak, through tears, of a dying parent.
The name of love suffices when nothing else we can find,
Or no better word for overflowing feeling comes to mind.
The name of love can be about a big-eyed kitten’s look,
Or about a library with many a dust covered ancient book.
But if we want to find this word’s very soul and essence
We must look beyond form, expression, and even silence.
We cannot say it has no existence, when it’s all around,
Yet we cannot say what it is or identify where it’s found.
You may believe me or you may not, but this is real and
true,
The very home of love itself, is to be found in the heart of
you.
If all the expressions of love you find to be somehow
lacking,
It may be that inside you your heart and soul are still
looking.
Do not give up the search whatever discouragement
there be,
Depart from form, it’s only a clue, and loves essence truly
see
I like to think there is an answer for every question,
That in fact hidden in every problem is its solution.
It must be, or it would not be universal, the true light,
It would not shine even in the intensest, darkest night.
O heart, do not despair of the abundance of mercy,
Rejoice, even when the fire of hell seems your destiny.
There is a path if the Lord of your soul shows the way,
Between this and that, between the night and the day.
The souls of the holy prophets and the hidden saints,
Can guide you through difficulty and hear complaints.
So if you are struggling and have no idea what to do,
Offer all you have; that is to say offer the heart of you!
It just maybe, if you are truly and deeply sincere in this,
You will find your feet are firmly on the stairway to bliss.
But this is not enough, for even if that goal you reach,
There will be in you that which says, ‘Return and teach’.
Even holy Muhammad and every other prophet too,
Knew somehow that this they were destined to do.
To put aside sometimes the joy that fills our very being,
The great Zahurmian taught us was well worth doing.
The prize is not transient spiritual delight or ecstasy,
And neither is it sensory heightening, that’s a certainty;
It is service, revealing what is really good and true,
It is the unseen work that every soul aspires to do.
It is the blessing that love itself bestows and shows,
It is the work through which our very humanity grows
Joy and sorrow seem opposed; each the other disliking.
One would think to keep company was not to their liking.
In fact, however, they are rarely experienced as far apart,
Either in the reality, in the heart, or even in our human
art.
If one departs then the other takes its place quite soon.
No drama is really complete, nor convincing is any tune,
If these two don’t with passion mix. If they don’t intertwine.
It’s like an uncooked meal or like a poorly chosen wine.
Seeker, leave this complex duality alone, let it go, do!
Pass through the hidden gap that separates the two,
Find there the unity that is concealed in plain sight,
Find there nought but one universal unblinking light.
Do not speak unless you are spoken to, my child’,
Victorian parents said this and they were not mild.
But understand it another way and it can be true,
For the mystic learns only to tell what he is told to.
Only what Allah wishes to pass his lips does just that,
Or, silent as night, he is as humble as a welcome mat.
Whoever said the pangs of hunger were worse than
love’s pain,
Knew neither hunger nor love or from this nonsense
would refrain.
The pains of hunger are a physical affair, hard for sure,
naturally,
But the hurt of love compared with any other thing can
never be
Creature comforts come and go, they do not stay,
For these we are grateful, but for them do not pray.
The comfort of eternal love that really lasts forever,
For this we beg and pray and all our efforts muster.
It is the love above anything the mystic must desire,
The arrow shot from on high that sets the heart on fire.
Through many realms, he carries that sign ever higher,
A passport to a great destiny, a visa that will never expire.
If you have not that token, pray for it my dear, just pray,
So the beloved, with that love, may kill you too one day.
hide,
When convoluted negative thoughts come to plague us
inside.
Be simple and clear, trusting that the divine providence is
good,
Then happiness will show itself and fill your heart as it
should.
Words have a way of infiltrating the open mind,
Words that speak of love or something of the kind,
The new day brings a new task for the open mind,
The supreme and only reality may be gentle and kind,
Or may be strong, firm and hard on the open mind.
There is no limit to the the power or mercy of the One,
He is not to be deterred by bomb, by bullet, or by gun.
Without His servants having earned it, He gives freely,
He withholds when He wishes and it is pure generosity
Love looks into my weary eyes, to my surprise!
I look back and from me every other thought flies.
Sobs and sighs and all such things just drift away,
Love’s look lingers, I know somehow it will stay.
The golden age of the prophet of Allah is now
It always was and surely it always will be, now.
If you don’t understand this you are truly trapped,
Disloyal unintentionally, yes, but you are trapped.
The perfection of the holy one and his message,
Does not belong to any age, that is the message.
On the other hand, if all you seek is mere novelty,
Condemned to paddle in the shallows you will be.
The truth of the message is a truly timeless wonder,
It unites, but mankind's self seeks only to sunder.
There is no cheating in heart or mind, if it’s love you
want to find,
No tremor nor a passing thought of infidelity can enter
the mind,
That would bring a pain non can explain; a void none can
avoid!
If love is your eternal creed, then with nothing else be
employed.
Working, driving, singing, talking, building, serving and
the rest,
These are shells, ignore them at your peril, their pearls
are best.
It’s no jest, love is the pearl in every shell, the purity in
every soul.
If it sounds puzzling to your ear then make knowledge
your goal.
It’s a common notion that being in love is a uniquely
human affair,
That’s nor devoid of sense; but consider the flower’s love
prayer.
It’s beloved is the sun’s heat at one time, at another it’s
the rain
Think well you will see that the lover from longing cannot
refrain.
Humans are imperfect that’s plain to see, but seekers too
maybe,
Anyway the lover finds the beloved as sure as the river
does the sea.
If the way seems long at times, and arduous, like the
daily grind,
The end and means are one when you unite body, heart
and mind..
To speak fine words about love is too easy, they say,
Every one can do it, in fact it’s really just child’s play.
That’s true if you mean the love of what fades away,
But the love that Allah bestows, that’s new every day.
Mighty and magnificent, marvellous and majestic too,
No words enough to praise God and what He can do,
None enough to indicate what joy His grace can bring,
To one who by day and by night of His love will sing.
The unity of God is the doorway to His multiplicity,
No other way can it be, anything else is impossibility.
You want an illustration to understand this simple fact,
Take the single cell in the body, it’s singularity is intact.
And yet it is composed of many complex interactions.
Know that unity of His, but inside it see all its factions.
They are one in substance or you could say quiddity,
But uncountable in the manifest magnificence you see.
Or take this sphere of ours, in the universe a single earth,
Yet look at so much diversity to which it has given birth.
He created man in his image is that not so, yes it is true,
Then do not doubt this simple thing now that I tell to you.
But no mistake, first by the door of unity we must enter,
If we wish to really know, and find our own cosmic centre
The message on the monument is a moment in time,
Temporal transience tells many stories, some sublime,
But eternity ends their reign whether terrible or benign,
Like kings they have their say until He draws the line.
Not so those who rule within by a truly divine decree,
Those who have been shown the gateway to eternity.
Do not waste time or energy on this world or the next,
To please the eternal source of love is by far the best.
Dark and wet it is, the night,
Full of longing for the light.
It’s as if the wind is weeping,
And a love song is singing,
As if it wants the door’s surrender,
And for the power of love to enter.
Dark and wet it is, the night,
Full of longing for the light.
It’s as if a kettle is whistling,
And tea in the pot is waiting.
As if, this moment has been sent,
And this release of flavour meant.
Dark and wet it is, the night,
Full of longing for the light.
It’s as if now the dawn is starting,
And has made an end of weeping.
As if dark clouds have been parted,
And the sun’s voyage finally started.
Dark and wet it is, the night,
Full of longing for the light.
The day will come for sure my dear,
The day will come, away with fear.
How should love any longer delay,
It waits only the end of night’s stay.
O Lord! In to the expectant heart pour,
The love it’s so long been waiting for.
It occurs to me, having read from the sage a word, or
two,
That there is a message for me to give; an absurd thing
to do!
Whatever you may read by way of wisdom apply it only to
you,
Do not read or hear to impress others with all that
hullabaloo.
The holy prophet was Ummi, he knew without school or
study,
He only passed on what he was instructed to by the
Divinity.
When it comes to love it’s not something to casually
parade,
It’s a secret between the lover and beloved, not to be
betrayed.
If you cannot restrain the joy it brings then go, find a
deep well,
And like Hazrat Ali shout your secret there, but no one
else tell.
Your servant rises to unheard of heights, transported
there by You,
It’s a wonder! No it’s more than that, it is something good
and true.
You grant your servants lordship of land, of air and even
of the sea,
No more than that, You grant them lordship over selfish
iniquity.
That in itself is marvellous and beyond word’s ability to
express;
But there is something more with which your servants
You bless,
And that is the Love that passes far beyond the
knowledge of man.
The Love that has endured since before the act of
creation began.
Give these words we pray the sincerity that they
inevitably require,
Fill them with that spirit and with the light of the eternal
celestial fire,
Grant that the writer, the reader and the hearer may all
be benefitted,
And that by them to your infinite Mercy the sincere ones
may be led
The name of love is given easily to all kinds of things,
To enduring affection and to momentary wild flings.
The name of love is given to a deeply felt passion,
Or to an attraction that is as transient as a fashion.
The name of love is used to speak of parental pride,
Or something as temporary as a short donkey ride.
The name of love is applied to an exquisite scent,
Or used to speak, through tears, of a dying parent.
The name of love suffices when nothing else we can find,
Or no better word for overflowing feeling comes to mind.
The name of love can be about a big-eyed kitten’s look,
Or about a library with many a dust covered ancient book.
But if we want to find this word’s very soul and essence
We must look beyond form, expression, and even silence.
We cannot say it has no existence, when it’s all around,
Yet we cannot say what it is or identify where it’s found.
You may believe me or you may not, but this is real and
true,
The very home of love itself, is to be found in the heart of
you.
If all the expressions of love you find to be somehow
lacking,
It may be that inside you your heart and soul are still
looking.
Do not give up the search whatever discouragement
there be,
Depart from form, it’s only a clue, and loves essence truly
see
I like to think there is an answer for every question,
That in fact hidden in every problem is its solution.
It must be, or it would not be universal, the true light,
It would not shine even in the intensest, darkest night.
O heart, do not despair of the abundance of mercy,
Rejoice, even when the fire of hell seems your destiny.
There is a path if the Lord of your soul shows the way,
Between this and that, between the night and the day.
The souls of the holy prophets and the hidden saints,
Can guide you through difficulty and hear complaints.
So if you are struggling and have no idea what to do,
Offer all you have; that is to say offer the heart of you!
It just maybe, if you are truly and deeply sincere in this,
You will find your feet are firmly on the stairway to bliss.
But this is not enough, for even if that goal you reach,
There will be in you that which says, ‘Return and teach’.
Even holy Muhammad and every other prophet too,
Knew somehow that this they were destined to do.
To put aside sometimes the joy that fills our very being,
The great Zahurmian taught us was well worth doing.
The prize is not transient spiritual delight or ecstasy,
And neither is it sensory heightening, that’s a certainty;
It is service, revealing what is really good and true,
It is the unseen work that every soul aspires to do.
It is the blessing that love itself bestows and shows,
It is the work through which our very humanity grows
Joy and sorrow seem opposed; each the other disliking.
One would think to keep company was not to their liking.
In fact, however, they are rarely experienced as far apart,
Either in the reality, in the heart, or even in our human
art.
If one departs then the other takes its place quite soon.
No drama is really complete, nor convincing is any tune,
If these two don’t with passion mix. If they don’t intertwine.
It’s like an uncooked meal or like a poorly chosen wine.
Seeker, leave this complex duality alone, let it go, do!
Pass through the hidden gap that separates the two,
Find there the unity that is concealed in plain sight,
Find there nought but one universal unblinking light.
Do not speak unless you are spoken to, my child’,
Victorian parents said this and they were not mild.
But understand it another way and it can be true,
For the mystic learns only to tell what he is told to.
Only what Allah wishes to pass his lips does just that,
Or, silent as night, he is as humble as a welcome mat.
Whoever said the pangs of hunger were worse than
love’s pain,
Knew neither hunger nor love or from this nonsense
would refrain.
The pains of hunger are a physical affair, hard for sure,
naturally,
But the hurt of love compared with any other thing can
never be
Creature comforts come and go, they do not stay,
For these we are grateful, but for them do not pray.
The comfort of eternal love that really lasts forever,
For this we beg and pray and all our efforts muster.
It is the love above anything the mystic must desire,
The arrow shot from on high that sets the heart on fire.
Through many realms, he carries that sign ever higher,
A passport to a great destiny, a visa that will never expire.
If you have not that token, pray for it my dear, just pray,
So the beloved, with that love, may kill you too one day.