The one who finds God

 

If you look around, you can find a face of God in each thing, because He is not hidden in a church, in a mosque, or a synagogue, but everywhere. As there is no one who lives after seeing him, there is also no one dying after seeing him. Who finds Him, stays forever with him.

-Shams Tabrizi

Without pure wine- Omar Khayyam

 

 

Without pure wine I cannot exist;
Without the elixir of grape I cannot persist.

I am captive to the moment when the cup-bearer says,
"Have another cup," and I am content to resist.

 

 

 

من بی می ناب زیستن نتوانم

بی باده کشید بارتن نتوانم

من بنده آن دمم که ساقی گوید

یک جام دگر بگیر و من نتوانم

I serve that orb- Rumi

I serve that orb,
Say no word but Orb!
Speak to me of nothing
But sweetness and light
Not of bother, but of treasure
And if you cannot find the words
Don’t bother.

Yesterday a craze came over me
Love saw, came up to me:
Here I am,
Don’t shout,
Don’t rip your shirt,
Hush, shh!

I spoke:
Love, I’m scared of that other thing
(Love said:)
There is no other thing, say nothing!
I will whisper secrets in your ear
You just nod in asseveration
Speak in semaphore

A nova, a celestial love
Burst bright above the heartpath
So exquisite the quest of heart,
It cannot be expressed
I asked:
Heart, what orb is this?
Heart intimated:
Beyond fathom
Be quiet, forget!
Is this the face of man or angel?
Beyond men and angels
Hush!

What is it? Tell me, I’m in a whirl
Whirl on, keep quiet!
You sit within this room
Whose walls reflect
Mere forms and suppositions
Get up, go out, move on,
Keep quiet!

I said:
Heart, befather me,
For doesn’t this match God’s description?
Yes, my son, it does,
But do not tell.

 

من غلام قمرم غیر قمر هیچ مگو

پیش من جز سخن شمع و شکر هیچ مگو

 

سخن رنج مگو جز سخن گنج مگو

ور از این بی‌خبری رنج مبر هیچ مگو

 

دوش دیوانه شدم عشق مرا دید و بگفت

آمدم نعره مزن جامه مدر هیچ مگو

 

گفتم ای عشق من از چیز دگر می‌ترسم

گفت آن چیز دگر نیست دگر هیچ مگو

 

من به گوش تو سخن‌های نهان خواهم گفت

سر بجنبان که بلی جز که به سر هیچ مگو

 

قمری جان صفتی در ره دل پیدا شد

در ره دل چه لطیف است سفر هیچ مگو

 

گفتم ای دل چه مه‌ست این دل اشارت می‌کرد

که نه اندازه توست این بگذر هیچ مگو

 

گفتم این روی فرشته‌ست عجب یا بشر است

گفت این غیر فرشته‌ست و بشر هیچ مگو

 

گفتم این چیست بگو زیر و زبر خواهم شد

گفت می‌باش چنین زیر و زبر هیچ مگو

 

ای نشسته تو در این خانه پرنقش و خیال

خیز از این خانه برو رخت ببر هیچ مگو

 

گفتم ای دل پدری کن نه که این وصف خداست

گفت این هست ولی جان پدر هیچ مگو

LOVE IS THE MASTER

Love is the One who masters all things;
I am mastered totally by Love.
By my passion of love for Love
I have ground sweet as sugar.
O furious Wind, I am only a straw before you;
How could I know where I will be blown next?
Whoever claims to have made a pact with Destiny
Reveals himself a liar and a fool;
What is any of us but a straw in a storm?
How could anyone make a pact with a hurricane?
God is working everywhere his massive Resurrection;
How can we pretend to act on our own?
In the hand of Love I am like a cat in a sack;
Sometimes Love hoists me into the air,
Sometimes Love flings me into the air,
Love swings me round and round His head;
I have no peace, in this world or any other.
The lovers of God have fallen in a furious river;
They have surrendered themselves to Love's commands.
Like mill wheels they turn, day and night, day and night,
Constantly turning and turning, and crying out.

 

-Rumi