How strange of a human to resort to worldly descriptions,
mere bottle of words and liquors of all sorts to get the Taste of Him.
How strange of a human who was created to be Liberated and
yet confines himself to worldly toxication.
How strange of a human, confined in his chains, wrapping
himself tightly in the shackles of his own, siting there with a glass of toxics
to praise the One who created him free.
How strange of a human, who dances to the rhythms of Life,
sways to His praise, from the confines of his mere understanding.
How strange of a human, that frustratingly and desperately
seeks the meeting with His Beloved, unable to comprehend the attractions.
How strange of a human who needs to get high to feel High.
How strange of a human.
How mysterious of Him. He who tells the human to find the
extent, discover the intensity and explore the depths to which he can get
naturally High on Him.
He asks the human not to bring his soul down to the level of
worldly toxications. For his soul has tasted the
Magic of His Love.
his soul seems addicted and in search of the Purest.
How mysterious of Him that He says not to find Him with the
worldly liquors that may run in the blood to give an illusion.
Instead, Find Him with the yearnings that run in the Soul.
He tells the human to be confident in his soul and not his
body.
He tells the human to keep that glass down. To submit his
body and liberate his Soul.
Even the path to getting High on Him, even just the feel of
it is the purest of all Highs.
is the naturalist of all naturals.
is the naturalist of all naturals.
Perhaps, the nearest our ordinary minds can take us is to
feel by reading Rumi and Sham Tabriz, Nizamuddin Auliya and Amir Khusro.
One such beautiful expression is through analogy drawn by
Amir Khusro -
"The road to the Well is much too difficult,
How to get my pot filled?
When I went to fill the water,
In the furor, I broke my pot.
Khusrau has given his whole life to you Oh, Nijam.
Would you please take care of my veil (or self esteem),
The road to the well is much too difficult."
When I went to fill the water,
In the furor, I broke my pot.
Khusrau has given his whole life to you Oh, Nijam.
Would you please take care of my veil (or self esteem),
The road to the well is much too difficult."
Kaisay mayn bhar laaoon madhwa se matki // Bohot kathin hai dagar panghat ki...
ReplyDeleteKhwaja Nijaam se yuun ja kahiyyo // Laaj rakho moray ghoonghat patki
Bal bal jaoon mayn toray rung rejwa,
Apni si rang lee ni re mosay naina milakay
Prem bhati ka madhwa pilaikay
Matwali kardi ni re mosay naina milakay
Khusro Nijaam ke bal bal jaiyye // Mohay sohagan ki ni re mosay naina milakay