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In the name of the beloved’s heart, I’ve passed, do see,
In mirrors’ depth, a light turned round, look back at me.
With queries born of deep perplexity,
I broke the locks to freedom, look, you’ll see
To her visage’s altar, my head bows, I’m freed,
From all but her, my heart I’ve cleansed indeed.
What rules in longing did I break for grace,
Been Judged, yet held my tongue in every case.
What’s read in Avesta, Quran, all seems vain,
To every creed and faith, I’ve turned disdain.
Fell countless times, unrestrained, to ground,
Yet grateful, never ceased to rise, profound.
While the demons, and the ignorant are around,
It’s in annihilation that I’m found. (What I have found)
In every hidden path, all sought was lost,
At last, a speck of dust, I chose to trust.
Unlocking secrets with your arched brow’s cue,
Never followed self, in your pursuit, it’s true.
What you deem evil, is God’s good intent,
From all else, my sight, I’ve turned, and went.
Who hasn’t loved, how can they judge, tell me,
From logic and questions, my hands are free.
In longing for you, laments I’ve sung, alone,
Illusions many, before you, I’ve known.
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Captivated by his balcony’s ornate design,
The master, atop an ego’s pedestal, so fine.
His heart in disarray, eyes brimming with tears,
Ensnared by the facade of power, its egoistic fears.
That prophet, in angelic guise, did appear,
Became a warrior of a demon’s army, oh so clear.
What the wise in understanding did gain,
Became dewdrops in the desert of benevolence’ plain.
What the enlightened in clarity saw,
From others’ eyes, what mysteries it withdrew.
How long must I watch in silence, utter no word,
What tale is this, into a current stirred?
The seven realms, thoughtlessly I traversed,
Where reason turned to folly, in this verse.
A light of love in life I saw,
The alley of love, to the beloved’s draw.
All this pain, sourced from wisdom’s command,
Became a radiant light, hidden behind the curtain grand.
A joyous moment, in the beloved’s essence immersed,
True friendship attained, like rain, quenching thirst
3
From the secrets of rhymes, thus I compose,
My song is of love, from Her it flows.
Drained the wine of love, in rapture, I rejoice,
In this realm of enigmas, love’s voice is my choice.
A disciple of truth, I became at your command,
In this land of mysteries, with love, I stand.
From the sage of love, in apprenticeship, I learned,
In love’s devotion, my verses and melodies turned.
All I’ve seen, by Thy grace, it has been shown,
Why hide? I’ll express it, as my own.
No path but heart’s burn from your absence,
Burned in desire, my essence in transcendence.
When nature’s lament found my heart’s core,
In its profound sorrow, words I found no more.
Since the crowd can’t grasp unity’s true guise,
Intoxicated in love, I turn to magic, where my hope lies.
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From the heart, I’ve seen these people, in disguise,
Where understanding wanes, superficiality rises high.
When greed reigns supreme, the dominant force,
The world ignites in anger’s flames, set by the oblivious course.
Those who seek wisdom merely through books they’ve read,
Are not but those who try to calculate love, misled.
The call of love and reason, words to the deaf in vain,
Beware of the peril of ignorance, adorned, its deceptive chain.
By effort, arm, and gold, the path of fear you won’t find,
Every racing chariot, in its haste, to mud is resigned.
The rose and nightingale’s plea, from people’s hearing hidden,
Except for those who’ve tasted the wine, unbidden.
In these times, where only the heart can truly convey,
Salute to those who embraced vulnerability, come what may.
Lost in countless paths of high aspiration’s call,
Weary of beliefs, mirages that enthrall.
I observed from my heart the people behind the veil
The fall of understating and perfumed bodies
once the greed becomes master and obscures love and drunkenness
The world burned by the people pretending to sleep
The crowd that become Sufis by taking a class
Are nothing but the calculating lover
The sound of love and wake-up call is whisper to deaf
Beware of the evil of decorated ignorance
I afraid you won’t find the path by force, persistence and money
any accelerates vehicle will sink in mud
The complain of flower and nightingale is hidden from masses
Except the ones that tasted the pure wine
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I am a servant bound to one who knows the way,
Who’s read love’s book from prologue to its final stay.
I serve creation with no pain or grievance left,
For humankind, from birth, this art of sin has deftly kept.
I was astray, awaiting doom on crooked ground,
But blest is he who sees the path and knows its bound.
The one who peers into the depths of our design
Knows how the reed and headless king align.
The heart recoils from every tune ungraced by art,
And knows the gulf ‘tween road and pit from the very start.
The heedless drunkard and the bard of ruins sing,
Yet only he who knows the way hears truth they bring.
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It’s me, contemplating leaving such a world of existence,
Where you, in dreams and thoughts, reside in my persistence.
If I’m the healer of pain, it’s for I flow with love’s embrace,
Lost my self in love’s intoxication, on the day of non-existence’s grace.
If you see goodness in me, it’s your purity reflected,
For else, you’ve circled around yourself, with your own door neglected.
I remind myself to keep silent about the truth, my cherished one,
To you, the cure of my soul, if your departure from yourself has begun.
Throw yourself out of the way, and watch from the heart’s view,
Khomaar, if through life’s highs and lows you wish to pass true
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I bore the pain of the world to my Beloved draw near,
Glad am I, like the rain, when my path becomes clear.
Raw was I in its folds, but was tempered through flame,
Lost in doubt, unaware of what destination to claim.
Wracked with grief, I called God, in my trials I pled,
Heavy burden of the heart, to the altar it led.
Round and round did I spin, bitter wine touched my lip,
Light of healing graced my soul, gave my heart leadership.
Exile’s weight I have borne, rhymes of longing I’ve seen,
Tasted sorrow’s every thorn, for reunion serene.
Drop of ink, I have been; in the furnace refined,
Through the best and the worst, I have sought to align.
Ah, the rapture I feel, lost in beauty’s embrace,
God’s own melody within makes my journey a grace.
I bore the pain of the world to my Beloved draw near,
Glad am I, like the rain, flowing free without fear.
Raw was I in its folds, but was tempered through flame,
Lost in doubt, unaware of what destination to claim.
Wracked with grief, I called God, in my trials I pled,
Heavy burden of the heart, to the altar it led.
Round and round did I spin, bitter wine touched my lip,
Light of healing graced my soul, gave my heart leadership.
Exile’s weight I have borne, rhymes of longing I’ve seen,
Tasted sorrow’s every thorn, for reunion serene
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Salute to the one who saw beyond the surface,
The one who heard the sweet melody of love amidst the chaos.
Through silence, they found the pure voice of the heart,
And bravely ventured into the battlefield of fate to find their counterpart.
They sang a love song to thank the intellectuals,
And found the path of love amidst many dusty prospects
Undeterred by complaints, they listened to their heart,
And in complaint saw the creator’s coquetry in their beloved’s every art.
In the name of love, they immersed themselves in the battlefield of fate,
And recognized the difference between love’s destiny and a game of gamble’s plea.
Despite the blames, they woke up and saw the path of Khomar,
With unwavering determination, to reach his beloved one from a distance afar
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Our love’s true essence is in the pain we bear,
As devotees offered their lives without fear.
They relinquished their thrones and served with grace,
Overcoming countless trials to win life’s race.
From high nobility to a humble state,
They found solace in the flute’s sweet serenade.
With a mad and happy smile, they lived life well,
Playing the flute while passing, an eternal spell.
Let our love be like the devotees’ quest,
Enduring the pain and never losing zest.
Serving others with humility and care,
Overcoming every challenge that’s rare.
So let us embrace the pain, the hurt, and the plight,
For they are the essence of true love’s might.
Like the devotees who lived with purpose and grace,
May we also find true love’s sweet embrace
