Book in this poetic form
This page shows only poems in the Qit‘a form.
All being is a martyr to His whim, all life is graven with the need of Him:
Lit by an inner flame, my heart shines —
Love bestows upon gardens the gentle winds of springtime —
Love diminishes the eagle's worth to mere trifles —
The tulip's petals are imbued with the vibrant hues of love —
Not everyone holds the treasure of love —
In this garden of the world, like a fragrance, I wander lost —
The world is clay; our hearts its harvest be; yet is this drop of blood its mystery.
At dawn, the nightingale said to the gardener —
This world of ours, where Loss is born with gain and dissolution is with Being twain.
For the melody of love, man is the instrument —
I do not seek the beginning or the end —
How long, my heart, will you be as foolish as the moth? —
Build, with your handful of dust —
Of water and of clay a figure fine God wrought, a world than Eden more divine.
On the Day of Resurrection the Brahmin said to God —
Swift-paced you have departed, star of dawn! —
The tavern of this world would have been exempt from turbulence —
O new-fledged spirit proudly hovering! God made thee all delight upon the wing;
O God, what joy is there in mere existence or being? —
I have heard that in pre-existence the moth said: —
Muslims! I have a word within my heart more radiant than the soul of Gabriel:
O heart, my heart, unto His street you’ve gone! —
You seek new paths to the stars in the sky —
In the morning, upon the branch of the garden —
To make you understand life’s mystery —
Leave aside the tale of the moth fallen under the lamp —
That which makes you forget yourself —
You will find only loss in exploring my orchard —
Step out of the whirlpool of being and non-being —
I am unfamiliar with the birds of the garden —
A wonderful show, God, is Your world —
Alexander said to Khizar aptly —
Be it the throne of Kayqubad or the crown of Jamshid, all turn to dust —
If dwells in your earthly being —
Life keeps expressing itself in new ways —
When the desire to sing aloud grips me —
You ask me what is this heart in your breast —
Reason says that God cannot be contained in the eye —
Synagogue, mosque, temple, and cloister array —
In this garden's embrace, my heart never did dwell —
The wine I poured in the goblet, so young and fine —
His wine turned my cup into Jamshid’s cup —
To past and present reason is a slave —
Wisdom resides in every head, as is known —
You went to Mount Sinai, a beggar for the Divine Light —
Tell Gabriel (A.S) from me, a message clear —
If you seek the phoenix of knowledge in your snare —
Reason has woven veils over your face —
Your heart trembles with the thought of death —