Saturday, August 10, 2024

Baraka Blue - Dervish

 

Dervish

Right hand to the heavens
Left hand to the earth
White garment the spirit
Black cloak is the dirt

Gravestone for a turban
Ascending up from its perch
The kiss of death from the master
Bowing for the rebirth

A rose tied in its coffin
Slow a petal unfurls
The planets down to the atoms
All orbit in turns

All things are in cycles
Each being returns
Love, the fruit of the spirit
The body, food for the worms

Invoking every rotation
And find what the master affirms
You are just here to remember
There is nothing to learn

Mankind in his glory
A clot that was brought to term
The righteous and the the deniers
All emerged from a sperm

They continue the whirling
Present at every stage
The breath was blown into Adam
The secret flows in your veins

The reed that receives the breath
The Perfect Man is the ney
The higher that one ascends
The more he becomes a slave

Each turn is “make me a vessel
...your mercy enters this plane”
For you have not become a dervish
Until your will is all beings are saved

Illusion of separation
When it dies then you have attained
Then there is no self to speak of
Like the ocean meeting the rain

When a drop falls to its surface
What drop is there that remains?
Those who pass in this matter
Say not that they have been slain

The martyrs yearn for this station
All descriptions in vain
Green birds in the garden
Chirping the greatest name

The fuqara are the wealthy
The sultans they are the slaves
Dust on the path of the Prophet
We raise our hands and we pray

Ya Hazrat Mawlana
Our Master, show us the way

Right hand to the heaven
Left hand to the earth
White garment the spirit
Black cloak is the dirt. 

 

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Tuesday, August 6, 2024

Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī - Sweet fragrance of Shams

 

 

 

 I need a lover and a friend
All friendships you transcend
And impotent I remain

You are Noah and the Ark
You are the light and the dark
Behind the veil I remain

You are passion and are rage
You are the bird and the cage
Lost in flight I remain

You are the wine and the cup
You are the ocean and the drop
While afloat I remain

I said, "O Soul of the world
My desperation has taken hold!"

"I am thy essence," without scold,
"Value me much more than gold."

You are the bait and the trap
You are the path and the map
While in search I remain

You are poison and the sweet
You are defeated and defeat
Sword in hand I remain

You are the wood and the saw
You are cooked, and are raw
While in a pot I remain

You are sunshine and the fog
You are water and the jug
While thirsty I remain

Sweet fragrance of Shams is
The joy and pride of Tabriz
Perfume trader I remain.