It is nothing, the blood
red into stony ground nothing, we can say
nothing, the flares red and white, blue, nothing
against black sky, faces flur, nothing
sharp rope cuts into wrists, it is
nothing, slash of knife on throat, knowing
nothing, phalance, israeli, we hear phalance not spoken
it is in the face, frangiah, gemeyal, it is
nothing, mustche moves,
nothing, these words
nothing, thunk of bazookas, crunch
of bone, nothing, it is nothing, the
children run hiding uner the bed
like play, the man comes in
they say nothing, he laughs, tells them
they'll be safe, nothing, no sound, he
shouts, "Come out" nothing
he lifts the bed
their big eyes open
he laughs
his Uzi sputters
they are nothing
their flesh nothing
it is nothing
do not worry, they are
nothing it is
nothing, do not worry, nothing
has happened
nothing, it is nothing, say it is nothing --
be peaceful brothers and sisters and do not run away
we are all Arabs we will do nothing it is nothing we do nothing
it is nothing it didn't happen if it did it is nothing
oh, it is nothing
nothing at all
and now, say it and believe it, it is nothing
nothing nothing
Oh Allah, nothing.
Joseph who was lost will come back again to Canaan; be not grieved.
One day the hut of sorrows will become a rose garden; be not grieved.
This saddened heart will change its state (for the better); do not make thy heart bad.
And this frenzied head will settle down again; be not grieved.
If the Springtime of Life will be back again on the garden’s throne,
thou wilt pull a canopy of roses over thy head; O sweetly singing bird, be not grieved.
O heart, if the torrent of troubles engulfs the foundation of existence,
when thou hast Noah for a captain, from the storm be not grieved.
If one day the spinning wheel (of fortune) did not run according to my wishes,
the state of revolving will not always be the same; be not grieved.
Come, do not despair when thou art not aware of the secret of the Unseen;
behind the veil there be hidden plays; be not grieved.
If thou wouldst walk in the desert with the desire of reaching the Ka‘bah,
if the thorn of the acacia hurts thee, be not grieved.
Though the stage of the journey be quite perilous, and the goal so far away,
there is no path that does not have an end; be not grieved.
My state is in the separation of souls and the persistence of the antagonist.
The Lord of the revolving state knows all; be not grieved.
Hâfiz, in the corner of spiritual poverty and the seclusion of the dark nights,
as long as thou art saying prayers and dhikr and studying the Qur’ân, be not grieved.
In loving memory of Khubayb
Hassan ibn Thabit (This poem in loving memory of Khubayb, is reputedly composed
by the Muslim poet Hassan ibn Thabit, and is hailed in Arabic literature as
a masterpiece. The charm of the original language and its lilt is
impossible to convey in translation)
The enemy allies have converged on me,
incited their clansmen to muster strength;
They've invited their women and children to see,
and tied me to a solid trunk.
To Allah I complain of my loneliness and suffering;
Of enemies who surround me to rejoice at my death.
O Master of the Mighty Throne, grant me strength ,
To bear what they are doing to me;
Piercing my flesh and tearing my limbs.
They gave me a choice to turn away from Thee,
But death is preferrable to that;
That very thought of which brings tears to my eyes,
Not the pain they inflict on me.
I am not afraid of death, for some day everyone has to die;
But I shudder out of fear for the fire of Hell,
for the fury of its flames.
These limbs of mine are a sacrifice for Allah,
Hoping He'll bless every limb offered in His way.
So long I die a Muslim, I don't regret a thing,
For My death will occur in Allah's way.
[At every piercing stab of their sharp spears he chanted:
La-ilaha-illal-aa Muhamma-dararasul-lah,
until his noble soul fled from his body in search of his Lord,
to complain of the tyranny of his tormentors]
Wild newborn,
Eyelids gently open,
Delight,
On meeting life,
Visions of youth followed by maturity,
Witness to sin & transgression,
Incorrect half-hearted worship,
Feebleness in old age.
Despair,
A lifetime of enjoyment,
Moment of Death,
Eyes wide open,
Following the departing being,
Waiting for the Day of Resurrection,
Silently,
The chance to provide witness,
Against a wicked soul.
Service and toil is the way of life to camel,
Patience and perseverance is the trait of camel,
Noiselessly his path he treads,
He moves in desert like a ship in fleet.
Every thicket has the trace of his feet,
He eats less, sleeps little and works hard indeed.
To carry his rider he is pleased,
Towards the destination he silently treads.
He is gratified with his speed,
And is more patient than his rider indeed.
You too, with all seriousness, your duty face,
That you may earn in hereafter, the best place.(1)
Be thou obedient O, heedless one,
Self-discipline will make you the powerful one.
Worthless person by self-discipline become the worthy one,
Fire, when goes out of control turned to ashes and undone,
Who so want to conquer the sun and the stars,
First, must bind himself to the Natural Laws.
Air imprisoned in roses become perfumed,
Perfume turns to musk when confined to navel musk-dear.
Stars ever moving towards their destination too,
Because they are bound to the same, Natural rules.
Vegetables growth obey the same rule,
When they stray are trodden under the boots.
The Tulip burn red according to the same rule,
And blood runs in its veins confirms it too.
Drops of water drawn together become a sea,
And grains of sand come together to form a desert.
Every existence draws its strength from this law,
O, heedless, why don't you see this source of power?
O, you, who have abandoned the old constitutional frame,
Once again adorn your feet with same old silver chain.
Complain not the hardness of the laws,
Transgress not the shari'ah bounds of Muhammad Mustafa.
Learn to call on Allah,
In the dark,
While Riding on a bus,
Or sitting in a park
Learn to do it when,
Alone in a room,
Or staying up late,
Staring at the moon
And if someone boasts about,
What he did for Allah,
And asks you to tell him,
What you did for Allah
Just Say, "Why should I tell you"
If I did it for Allah?"
I sail to you in the ocean of my dreams
To a far away distant place
Of great beauty and tranquility
Where pain and suffering do not exist,
Where we give praise for our joy and happiness,
Where our love intertwines with a love for all things O beloved keeper of my heart
The companion of my soul
You have reached out and touched the essence of my being
And shown me the way to a higher plane
Your love has awakened me from my years of slumber
A beckoning call to the spiritual world
Where my body is mist in the mountains
This is where my heart belongs
This is where my soul lives...
Grant me authority.
My craft is to travel on the sea light
Do not amend my attention to others, but You,
My head, brain and acumen
Shall be acquiescent to You. I pray to you.
I shall not desire depending upon the will of another.
Where doubtful and uncertainty
You are Compassionate.
I pray to You.
I have no accusation but am grateful to You.
Me and my life, the gifts You Manifest.
We have to return
To our home,
Free of time and space
Away from constant change,
Life’s dash
And the permanent race
With glitter,
Sparkle and glow.
To yield and accept
Life’s ebb and flow
The heart must rest,
Content,
At peace
Beyond the cosmic space
In lands dominion
In the abode of
Divine grace.
From where the seeds of life grew
Many many creations
All to some enlightened few
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