Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Random Loves Part Satu : Sufi Poetry


So.. today, it is about: (drum roll)


Why Sufi Poetry Never Fails To Melt This Stubborn Heart


Reason 1

Is it the night of power
Or only your hair?
Is it dawn
Or your face?

In the songbook of beauty
Is it a deathless first line
Or only a
fragment
copied from your inky eyebrow?

Is it boxwood of the orchard
Or cypress of the rose garden?
The tuba tree of paradise, abundant with
dates,
Or your standing beautifully straight?

Is it musk of a
Chinese deer
Or scent of delicate rosewater?
The rose breathing in the
wind
Or your perfume?

Is it scorching lightning
Or light from
fire on Sana'i Mountain?
My hot sigh
Or your inner radiance?

Is
it Mongolian musk
Or pure ambergris?
Is it your hyacinth curls
Or
your braids?

Is it a glass of red wine at dawn
Or white magic?
Your drunken narcissus eye
Or your spell?

Is it the Garden of
Eden
Or heaven on earth?
A mosque of the masters of the heart
Or a
back alley?

Everyone faces a mosque of adobe and mud
When they pray.
The mosque of Hayati's soul
Turns to your face.

Bibi Hayati

Reason 2

O Allah!
If I worship You for fear of Hell, burn me in Hell,
and
if I worship You in hope of Paradise, exclude me from Paradise.
But if I
worship You for Your Own sake,
grudge me not Your everlasting Beauty.”

Rabia al-Basri


Reason 3

Now stands no more between Truth and me
Or
reasoned demonstration,
Or proof of revelation;
Now, brightly blazing
full, Truth's lumination
Each flickering, lesser light.

Al-Hallaj

Reason 4

Dance, Lalla, with nothing on
but air. Sing, Lalla,
wearing the
sky
Look at this glowing day! What clothes
Could be so beautiful, or
More sacred?"

Lalla Din

2 poetic mutterings:

EnciKSediL said...

Aren't they beautiful... the expressions of love that are so romantic and sincere... beautifully woven... soft and soothing and yet tugs the heart violently, reminding me i'm just not 'there'... O how i wish my words flow as easily... how i wish...

Baronhawk said...

Nice, those words entwined herein are in essence a cataclysm of rapture.

I once knew a poet from India, I know him only as Venkat. He likes to write lines such as showcased herein, only difference, instead of Islamic Sufism, his brand of poetry is of the Hindu variety.

Anyway, I had a gander at it some time back, nothing like the above of course, just my attempt at it.

EXHALATION
by Baronhawk

To steal a gaze of the
supreme,
to catch a glimpse of
infinite power.

Lose yourself in the
sublime,
raise your worship to
ultimate rapture.

Upon higher plains clear
pristine,
decked by spiritual
crystalline sculptures.

Following in the steps of the
seraphim,
in the blessed wake of
angelic messengers.

Reaching the plains of the
enlightened,
listening to the music of
divine whispers.

Beginning the steep and silent
ascend,
climbing the steps of
celestial ladders.

Arriving at the tiers peaceful
serene,
of gentle sleep and
eternal slumber.

In the gardens of fabled
Eden,
in the golden chambers of
God's utopia.

@Hazlan Zakaria(Sunday, March 21, 2004)