The wises' company

گردِ مستاں گرد، گر مے کم رسد بوئے رسد
بوئے اُو گر کم رسد، رؤیتِ اِیشاں بس است
 
Get closer to the drunkards (with the wine of Divine love), 
for if you do not get wine, at-least you will experience its fragrance.
Even, if you do not receive its fragrance,
getting just a sight of them will be enough. 

(by ?)

Poetry of Shaikh Abu Saeed Abil Kheir

If you are seeking closeness to the Beloved,
love everyone.
Whether in their presence or absence,
see only their good.
If you want to be closer and refreshing as
the breath of the morning breeze,
like the sun have nothing but warmth and light
for everyone.

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Beloved, show me the way of this prison.
Make me needless of both worlds.
Pray, erase from mind all
that is not You.
Have mercy Beloved,
though I am nothing but forgetfulness,
You are the essence of forgiveness.
Make me needless of all but You.

~ + ~

Drink from this heart now,
for all this loving it contains.
When you look for it again,
it will be dancing in the wind.

Source: Jafar Alam's blog (Link)

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To your mind feed understanding,
to your heart, tolerance and compassion.
The simpler your life, the more meaningful.
The less you desire of the world,
the more room you will have in it
to fill with the Beloved.

Source: faith786 blog (Link)

 

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Suppose you can recite a thousand holy

verses from memory.

What are you going to do

with your ego, the true

mark of the heretic?

– Shaikh Abu Saeed Abil Kheir – “Nobody, Son of Nobody”

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To your mind feed understanding,

to your heart, tolerance and compassion.

The simpler your life, the more meaningful.

– Shaikh Abu Saeed Abil Kheir – “Nobody, Son of Nobody”

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Those with no sense of honor and dignity are best avoided.

Those who change colors constantly

are best forgotten.

– Shaikh Abu Saeed Abil Kheir – “Nobody, Son of Nobody”

Source: (link)

Sayings of Shaikh Abu Saeed Abil Kheir

A few sayings of Abu Saeed (Abu Sa'id ibn Ab'il Khair ) (967 - 1049 ce) quoted from his biography Asrar al-Tawhid :

•  The veil between man and God is not the world, is not the throne of God, it is the illusion of "I", pass beyond yourself and you are there.
• Anywhere the illusion of “I” exists is hell, anywhere “I” is absent is heaven.
• If you are not going to sacrifice your self do not spend your time with Sufi nonsense. 
• Sufism is fixing the gaze at One and living towards One.
• The meaning of Sufism is to put down what is in your head and to spare what is in your hand and not to shake when calamities befall you.
• Holding a grudge is heresy and attributing things to any cause but God is idolatry and joyfulness is duty.

Source: Wikipedia (Link)

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  “What’s in your head — throw it away! What’s in your hand — give it up! Whatever happens — don’t turn away from it.”                                                                                 

(?)  Source: nytimes (Link)

Rickshaw poetry about Self-satisfaction

Once in the city of Multan, when in pitter patter..

 Poetry on back of auto-rickshaw

Translation:
People of beauty (beautiful people) do not stay faithful, People of love (lovers) do no pray.
[But,] we are the People of humble nature (Qalander)*, we do not curse anyone

...
...
Move Sufi!


* (Qalander by nature: self-satisfied with self-respect, serene in every condition and with reliance over Allah)

You walked into my way..

When You crossed my way,
My heart was beaten by the overpowering delight of the eyes,
in which Your dazzling beauty was flowing out..
I got mad for years
But never recognized You!

When You put up a new face and sat beside me..
and entered into my soul through an outlandish sweet smell!
I remained in ecstasy for years
But had never recognized You!

When my life had broken,
You appeared at many places during my journey,
sometimes hiding beside an old woman offering water to this fallen body,
sometimes supporting the youth lifting this weak soul!
and finally..
by a strange feminine fairy’s face to lure away out from the death valley

Oh my Mighty Sweetheart in heavens! how do I compliment Your Great Kindness,

look at me..
I will be silent.. .

This night of separation…

I remained in Your company for years
But had never recognized You!

What a pity!

in the chase of Your unknown face.. without ever recognizing it!
this container,
being filled up with
the wines of every detail
every taste and every colour,
has jagged and finally withered away..

what a sharp-edged poison, the grief of love is..

now when I lost my own face and my own self..
lost my own name..
lost my own faith..
and became empty,

‘none, son of no one..’

this container, now ready to be filled up by Your own hands..
i am ready!
let him recognize You.. at last!

Love and pain

This pain burning my each fragment.. .

Love is sublimation, changing the material heart into the longing
Pain is condensation, changing the longing into the tears
Everything evil in the soul, perishes
and she comes purified out of the flames of this test!

Only the strong heart is capable of carrying this heavy burden
Only the strong soul has power to keep strong hope

O Mighty Lord, O Sustainer of heavens and earths!
support the stumbling hearts and fearing souls, and render the righteous-love victor!
before You, I surrender myself!

I sold myself in bazar,

I sold myself in bazar, to buy your 1 photo.. .

~ afterwind