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alark
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| Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2004 11:32 am Post subject: If you like Gibran, you may Like Hafiz |
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Background on one of my favourite poets:
Hafiz aka Shams-ud-din Muhammad (1320-1398). Born around 100 years after Rumi and the same time as Chaucer. He was a great Sufi master, and wrote poetry regarding Allah which was often viewed as an affront. During his lifetime he faced persecution for his poetry, although he also had great patrons in the Persian world.
Stop Calling me a Pregnant Woman
My Master once entered a phase
That whenever I would see him
He would say,
"Hafiz,
How did you ever become a pregnant woman?"
And I would reply,
"Dear Attar,
You must be speaking the truth,
But all of what you say is a mystery to me."
Many months passed by in his blessed company.
But one day I lost my patience
Upon hearing that odd refrain
And blurted out,
"Stop calling me a pregnant woman!"
And Attar replied,
"Someday, my sweet Hafiz,
All the nonsense in your brain will dry up
Like a stagnant pool of water
Beneath the sun,
Though if you want to know the Truth
I can so clearly see that God has made love with you
And the whole universe is germinating
Inside your belly
And wonderful words,
Such enlightening words
Will take birth from you
And be cradled against thousands
Of hearts."
Personal Note: And now you can see why he was sort of persecuted for his work in the Islamic world. |
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alark
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| Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2004 11:36 am Post subject: |
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Your Medicine
If you have not
Been taking your medicine lately
By saying your prayers ever day,
How can Hafiz seriously listen
To all your heartaches
About life
or
God
Absolutely Clear
Don't surrender your loneliness
So quickly
Let it cut more deep.
Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.
Something missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft,
My voice
So tender,
My need of God
Absolutely
Clear. |
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alark
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| Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2004 11:40 am Post subject: |
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Will Beat You Up
Jealousy
And most of all your sufferings
Are from believing
You know better than God.
Of course,
Such a brand of arrogance as that
Always proves disastrous,
And will rip the seams
Of your caravan tent,
Then cordially invite in many species
Of mean biting flies and
Strange thoughts --
That will
Beat you
Up. |
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alark
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| Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2004 11:44 am Post subject: |
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Stop Being So Religious
What
Do sad people have in
Common?
It seems
They have all built a shrine
To the past
And often go there
And do a strange wail and
Worship.
What is the beginning of Happiness?
It is to stop being
So religious
Like
That. |
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alark
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| Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2004 11:53 am Post subject: |
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And promise this is the last one!! :lol:
Burglars Hear Watchdogs
If one
Is afraid of losing anything
They have not looked into the Friend's eyes;
They have forgotten God's
Promise.
The jewels you get when you meet the Beloved
Go on multiplying themselves;
They take root
Everywhere.
They keep mating all the time
Like spring-warmed
Creatures.
Burglars
Hear watchdogs inside of His
Gifts
And run. |
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