From ‘The Spy of the Heart’ by Robert Darr

  The Meeting of Two Satans
Again the world-devouring wolves met face to face
and plans of darkest treachery they’ve set in place.
Either one of them could teach the very Devil
tricks of treachery, murder, falsity and evil.
Through some new magic they numb the mind;
Instead of peace, give humanity war in kind.
They meet to tell the world that they [...]

From C. Biddulph, Afghan Poetry Of The 17th Century: Being Selections from the Poems of Khushal Khan Khattak (London, 1890)

As I look on I am amazed
At this worlds denizens,
Just seeing what these dogs will do
To satisfy the flesh.
 
Such dealing as are brought about,
Men being what they are,
Satan himself could not devise,
Still less consider fair.
 
They place before them the Koran,
They read aloud from it,
But of their actions not a one
Conforms with the Koran.
 
In which direction [...]

World Split Apart

http://www.danielmoorepoetry.com/

the laurel returns… ah! merci, Zizou.

But to return to these birds,
despaired of reaching the clouds, and being
by nature fools, they bow
for all (and more than) they’re worth.
And whether or not it’s said amiss,
barons who sell out for cash
have hearts below their umbilicus.

He has his heart below his unwashed navel,
that noble baron
who dirties himself for cash…

Damned blackguards and blockheads, these boobs-gone-bad,
can’t even imitate what their fathers did.
Towns like Cazeres and Sarlouch
you’d say are worth Montpellier? and Toulouse?
I know what deaths their fathers had–
made foe themselves!
And the best of these bushes is an elder.
You can say he would be damned lucky
to look and find among them olive and laurel.

Even the gardner and the trunkey go, flee, eyes
closed, as if wind blew them out.
These later scions have made a villainous swap:
for smock and clogs
they leave fine britches and their cloaks of vair,
there’s nothing to gain from the new locataire.
All that they can raise in way of fire
is my anger!
These willows and elders…
if they weren’t backed up by kings or counts or dukes
they’d be plain vags, roadmen, thieves, con-men…

God aid the valiant who have their price entire,
for these malevolent rich appear as elders–
one reason the world’s a mixed up stupid mess
that grubs
and rots
and vegetates
in its own disease.

Laudator . Temporis . Acti …

He who acts straight as he talks
will not have the same laments as
yeah,
Sir Eglain, that balancing grain-sack.

For myself I hold no more
with Sir Eble’s theory of trobar
that’s made a stack of foolish decisions
and upholds them against all reason.

A poem by Maulana, found it among old files

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Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2003 17:54:16 +0300
From: “Hanafi Fiqh \(www.sunnipath.com\)”
Subject: Rumi: Do Not Despair

Do Not Despair
A Poem By Mawlana Jalal al-Din al-Rumi

Say, do not despair because the Beloved drives you away; if
He drives you away today, will He not call you back tomorrow?

If He shuts the door on you, do not go away; be patient
there, for after patience He will seat you in the place of
honour.

And if He bars against you all ways and passages, He will
show you a secret way, which no man knows.

Is it not the case that when the butcher cuts off the head of
a sheep with his knife, he does not abandon what he has slain,
but first slays, and then draws?
When no more breath remains to the sheep, he fills it with
his own breath; you will see whither God’s breath will bring
you!
I spoke this as a parable; else, His generosity slays no man,
rather it rescues him from slaying.

He gives all the kingdom of Solomon to a single ant; He
bestows both worlds, and does not startle a single heart.
My heart has travelled round the world and found none
like Him; whom does He resemble? Whom does He resem-
ble?

Ah, silence! For without speech He gives to all of this wine
to taste, He gives to taste, He gives to taste, He gives to taste.

– Translation by A. J. Arberry

“Mystical Poems of Rumi 1″

The University of Chicago Press, 1968

Wassalam,

Hadith

The story of Khalil Moore, with Omair at Macca One

Aaron (Haroon) Sellers/straight up blues

Another busy day
I can’t find time to pray

I have been awake too long
Temptation pulls me strong

My soul is sick and starved
And my tombstone is being craved

Sin is my surrounding
My Spirit needs some grounding

I know sometimes I stumble
But I don’t wanna crumble

My heart eak can’t be ignored
And I am reaching for my Lord

A natural state of mind
That’s what I need to find

Weak from the attack
New I am fighting back

Exodus the old
A Genesis the soul

Take me there where I am from
Take me home back to God

I don’t want to read no more
I wanna know for sure

After the Fast

My head is spinning
I don’t know how long it will last

Feeling kind of dizzy
Because of the fast

But I have gotta make it
I have got to take it

Try not to break it
Try not to fake it

Because I believe
I shall receive

What I am looking for
If I break through the door

Again and again, I bow and nod
Humbling myself to the will of God

What I want to know
Might not be shown

But God has keys
To knowledge unknown

I am up for my own
When I make the endeavour

Some say I am stupid
Some say I am clever

Some say I am wasting my time
But their soul is theirs,
My soul is mine

Mulana’s invetation

INVITATION

“Come, come, whoever you are.
Unbeliever, fire worshiper, come.

Our way is not one of desperation.

Even if you break your vows a hundred times,
Come. Come again.”

(Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi)

You can come and be our friend as long as you wish. But if you wish to be one of us, then you have to be able to say:

“I am the servant of the Qur’an
While I am still alive.

I am the dust on the path of Muhammad,
the Chosen One.”

(Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi)

Those who swear allegiance to thee, do but swear allegiance to Allah. The hand of Allah is above their hands, so whoever violates his oath, he violates it only to his own injury. And whoever fulfills his covenant with Allah, Allah will grant him a great reward.

(Qur’an 48:10)

Sufism is the heart of Islam and that heart is full of love. A sufi is called a fakir–someone who owns nothing, not even himself. But in reality, he owns everything, and nothing and no one in this world owns him.

The way starts with knowledge. Under the protection of knowledge you grow to be a gentle, kind and beautiful being, as all were created to be. Then your Lord loves you, and you love Him. “And whoever loves his Lord, all and everything loves him.”

“Come, sweep out the chamber of your heart,
make it ready to be the home of the Beloved.

Only when your self-love leaves it,
will the Beloved enter it.

In you, without you,
He will display His beauties for all to see.”

(Mahmud Shabistari)

Allah says,

Follow those who ask you for no payment or reward, they are the ones on the right course.

(Qur’an 36:21)

Shaykh Tosun Bayrak al-Jerrahi al-Halveti

Quotations

One day as Shebli was going he encountered two boys
quarrelling over a walnut they had found. He took the
walnut from them.
“Be patient, till a divide it between you!” he told
them.
When he broke it open, the nut proved to be empty.
A voice proclaimed, “Go on, divide it, if you are the
Divider!”
“All that quarrelling over an empty nut,” Shebli
commented shamefaced. “And all that pretensions to be a
divider over thing!”
The Tadhkirat’l-Awliya
Of Shaykh Faridu’d-din ‘Attat
Trans. A J Arberry

A poem from ‘Maulood’-A Man Among Us; Daniel Abd Al-Hayy Moore

Muhammad, peace of Allah be upon you, Prophet and Messenger of Light,
the figure you made among people put love in their hearts for the Truth –
how can the graveyard society we live in possibly hear your heartbeat
when their drunken hearts drink darkness sold at the tyrant’s corner booth?

O Prophet, O man among us, O light that goes ahead,
who gave out the last coin left to you when you lay on your first deathbed –
how can such stark reality reach into us when the air is so filled with lead
and such mention of life only bores the snoring multitudes of the dead?

O Light of the human touch in everything, Praiser and Praiseworthy in one,
we are naked before Allah at last, and we need your enlightening sun!