The Saving Light
When doubts beset me and life seemed grey,
When confusion appeared to reign and chaos seemed near,
When fear confounded me and it seemed vain to pray,
When inspiration failed me and oblivion's threat did appear,
Then this thought of thine, O Sharib, on the tablet of life I read;
"Seek, seek, and ye shall find" it ran!
Then, O Khawaja, to thy grace my thought fled,
And from thence descended an answering gift to this son of man,
"You will find in the Sun of Tabriz the help you need",
This was its upshot and gist,
And in the call of the broken reed,
I found what I had missed.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
Spring
The hoary frosts of winter have nourished in truth,
The downy-fresh blossoms of spring's eternal youth.
Eager for knowledge of sunshine's promised wealth,
Their innocent blushes quicken to rose-tinted hue,
The late snow's veil of white-laced misty blue.
And in the garden of his long labour's fruits,
Past seasons' lingering pains, held in buried roots,
Melt in anticipation of the pressing suits
Of balmy breezes - breathing news of summer's fine bouquet,
Love's wine, matured and served in patient Sharib's perfect way.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
With Thy Love
By Thy signs inform me,
With Thy arms enfold me,
To Thy breast hold me,
With Thy love destroy me.
By Thy hand take me,
With Thy fragrance drown me,
By Thy look absorb me,
With Thy love destroy me.
By Thy Grace enchant me,
With Thy thought control me,
By Thy lip imbibe me,
With Thy love destroy me.
By Thy beauty excite me,
With Thy presence pervade me,
By Thy union calm me,
With Thy love destroy me.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
To You
O beloved! I look into your eyes, love's Kaaba, and cease to exist,
As if I have dived into the blackness of those pupils and lost my self
In the sea of certainty, till I reach the very core where subsist
The irreducible essences of uniqueness within unicity itself.
And emerging from that 'reality within a seeming dream',
I begin to catch the hidden signs and messages of your face,
At times gentle glances belie harsh words - the lips stern theme;
Or, if by some careless motion on my part, I betray your grace,
The raised eyebrow or slightest creasing of your perfect brow,
Augers a return of the dread veil, and an army releases, to drag me,
Screaming, from your dear presence - confining me to what I know now,
To be the prison, whose walls it appears others can or will not see.
Then when it seems there is no choice, except to endure the unendurable,
By what effortless generosity, beloved, you gently sweep aside concealment,
and, rightly chastised, draw me in again, to the charms memorable,
Of your favouring look, perfectly knowing, so guileless and so innocent.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
The Wedding Night
Entering the bridal chamber, the groom, trying to cover with gentle words,
Insinuating looks and quiet compliments, the hearts pounding pace,
Gently approached her.
Covering his lips with her finger the bride threw aside the veil - without words,
And guided a trembling hand to her breast, pulled him to her tight embrace,
And ravished him all.
Through the window the moon's unblinking gaze cast shadows on the wall,
Whilst below the balcony, musicians played and sang many a ribald song.
The dancers danced, and to the bride and groom the people drank their fill
Deep and long.
Deep and long.
In the morning, was it the warmth of the sun, they had to wonder,
That melted the icicles, whose steady drip woke them from their short slumber?
Was it the warm breeze from the west with its promise of spring,
That to the faces a smile, and to the lips of the people good words did bring?
Or was it some good news of the state, some epistle of freedom,
That put a song in their hearts as they went to the tasks of the kingdom?
Or was it love?
It was Love - and it never dies.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
The Garden (in the manner of a rubaie)
Your dew-bejewelled finery, the early morning light displays;
Absorbing the sun's glare, over you noon a radiant drape lays;
Only at the time of evening's calm, in your true colours you appear,
And in the dark of night? Your beauty only in the heart's eye stays.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
When doubts beset me and life seemed grey,
When confusion appeared to reign and chaos seemed near,
When fear confounded me and it seemed vain to pray,
When inspiration failed me and oblivion's threat did appear,
Then this thought of thine, O Sharib, on the tablet of life I read;
"Seek, seek, and ye shall find" it ran!
Then, O Khawaja, to thy grace my thought fled,
And from thence descended an answering gift to this son of man,
"You will find in the Sun of Tabriz the help you need",
This was its upshot and gist,
And in the call of the broken reed,
I found what I had missed.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
Spring
The hoary frosts of winter have nourished in truth,
The downy-fresh blossoms of spring's eternal youth.
Eager for knowledge of sunshine's promised wealth,
Their innocent blushes quicken to rose-tinted hue,
The late snow's veil of white-laced misty blue.
And in the garden of his long labour's fruits,
Past seasons' lingering pains, held in buried roots,
Melt in anticipation of the pressing suits
Of balmy breezes - breathing news of summer's fine bouquet,
Love's wine, matured and served in patient Sharib's perfect way.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
With Thy Love
By Thy signs inform me,
With Thy arms enfold me,
To Thy breast hold me,
With Thy love destroy me.
By Thy hand take me,
With Thy fragrance drown me,
By Thy look absorb me,
With Thy love destroy me.
By Thy Grace enchant me,
With Thy thought control me,
By Thy lip imbibe me,
With Thy love destroy me.
By Thy beauty excite me,
With Thy presence pervade me,
By Thy union calm me,
With Thy love destroy me.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
To You
O beloved! I look into your eyes, love's Kaaba, and cease to exist,
As if I have dived into the blackness of those pupils and lost my self
In the sea of certainty, till I reach the very core where subsist
The irreducible essences of uniqueness within unicity itself.
And emerging from that 'reality within a seeming dream',
I begin to catch the hidden signs and messages of your face,
At times gentle glances belie harsh words - the lips stern theme;
Or, if by some careless motion on my part, I betray your grace,
The raised eyebrow or slightest creasing of your perfect brow,
Augers a return of the dread veil, and an army releases, to drag me,
Screaming, from your dear presence - confining me to what I know now,
To be the prison, whose walls it appears others can or will not see.
Then when it seems there is no choice, except to endure the unendurable,
By what effortless generosity, beloved, you gently sweep aside concealment,
and, rightly chastised, draw me in again, to the charms memorable,
Of your favouring look, perfectly knowing, so guileless and so innocent.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
The Wedding Night
Entering the bridal chamber, the groom, trying to cover with gentle words,
Insinuating looks and quiet compliments, the hearts pounding pace,
Gently approached her.
Covering his lips with her finger the bride threw aside the veil - without words,
And guided a trembling hand to her breast, pulled him to her tight embrace,
And ravished him all.
Through the window the moon's unblinking gaze cast shadows on the wall,
Whilst below the balcony, musicians played and sang many a ribald song.
The dancers danced, and to the bride and groom the people drank their fill
Deep and long.
Deep and long.
In the morning, was it the warmth of the sun, they had to wonder,
That melted the icicles, whose steady drip woke them from their short slumber?
Was it the warm breeze from the west with its promise of spring,
That to the faces a smile, and to the lips of the people good words did bring?
Or was it some good news of the state, some epistle of freedom,
That put a song in their hearts as they went to the tasks of the kingdom?
Or was it love?
It was Love - and it never dies.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
The Garden (in the manner of a rubaie)
Your dew-bejewelled finery, the early morning light displays;
Absorbing the sun's glare, over you noon a radiant drape lays;
Only at the time of evening's calm, in your true colours you appear,
And in the dark of night? Your beauty only in the heart's eye stays.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
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Poet's Corner Section Four Miscellaneous verses by Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri Bismillah ar Rehman ir Rahim |
There is a Place
(On the occasion of the ‘Urs of Khawaja Moinuddin Hasan Chishti [ra] June 09)
this is a song intended to be sung with a bouncy tune suitable for children
There is a place in the country of your heart,
O YES there is, O YES there is.
They say the Sun shines there every day,
O YES it does, O YES it does,
Find that place, it certainly is there,
O YES it is, O YES it is.
And go to live there permanently,
O YES do, O YES do.
The post code is PJLE 01,
O YES 01, O YES 01,
That’s P for purity and J for joy,
O YES it is, O YES it is.
Thats L for love, and E for Ecstasy,
O YES it is, O YES it is.
The Owner is the most generous Friend,
O YES He is. O YES He is.
So please don't wait you can buy it now dirt cheap,
O YES its a snip, O YES its a snip,
And all it will cost you is your life,
O YES it will, O YES it will,
It is in the town of the broken hearted,
O YES it is, O YES it is.
Just beyond Bewilderment Avenue,
O YES it is, O YES it is.
If you can't find the way what will you do,
O what to do, O what to do.
Find a local man to guide you through,
O yes do, O yes do,
Or you can ask the local policeman, if he is not drunk,
I bet he is, I bet he is,
Or ask the postman, it is certainly in his book,
O Yes it is, O YES it is.
The agents have the key waiting for you
O yes they do, O yes they do.
Patience and Company is their name,
O YES it is, O YES it is.
Once you have settled-in send out invites
O YES do, its expected of you.
And here’s some Zahuri wine for the journey,
O here it is, O here it is,
And here's a bone for the doggy too,
O YES its here, O YES its here.
And here's a bone for the doggy too,
O YES its here, O YES its here.
Jamiluddin
Morris Zahuri
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I am Drunk Again
I was drunk for so many days - I just couldn't help loving,
I prayed and You made me sober again
Today a book of the verses of Your poet reached me -
I am drunk again - drunk again - drunk again!
God Made me a Cup of Tea Today
God made me a cup of tea today - and drank it!
I said 'O Lord' - He said - if you call me Lord then you are my servant.
If you call me Friend then you are my friend,
If you call me Beloved then you are my lover.
And if you call me lover then you are my beloved,
I asked if He was not transcendent, far above me,
He said - do you want to put a distance between us?
I am that distance and this closeness,
If you call me 'I' then guess who I am
He gave me a cigarette - and then He smoked it.
He wrote this poem and I asked if it shouldn't have rhymes,
He said - call it blank verse - and smiled inside.
I said I wanted to include the word Love in the poem,
He said - I have already put it in.
He put the poem on the website and He is reading it now with a smile.
I Read Something in the Holy Book
I read something in the Holy Book
And it made me take a second look
The Sufis say the Day of Reckoning is 'Tomorrow'
Who am I to gainsay?
But I couldn't help wondering if 'Tomorrow'
Is not really - Today
I read something in the Holy Book
And it made me take a second look
The Sufis say the Day of Reckoning is 'Tomorrow'
Who am I to gainsay?
But I couldn't help wondering if 'Tomorrow'
Is not really - Today
What, How, and Why?
As to the What,
Many are the ways of Incomparable You!
Encompassing every kind of uniqueness,
Within Singularity which is what - You do
- somehow.
As to the How,
When I gave up the madness
Of wondering how You do it,
It started to make a different kind of sense
- somehow!
And as to the 'Why'.
Well Love, the self-evident,
Requires to make itself evident
So why would I ask 'why'
anyhow?
When I stopped asking questions of You
I found I knew the answers too,
- somehow!
As to the What,
Many are the ways of Incomparable You!
Encompassing every kind of uniqueness,
Within Singularity which is what - You do
- somehow.
As to the How,
When I gave up the madness
Of wondering how You do it,
It started to make a different kind of sense
- somehow!
And as to the 'Why'.
Well Love, the self-evident,
Requires to make itself evident
So why would I ask 'why'
anyhow?
When I stopped asking questions of You
I found I knew the answers too,
- somehow!
A poem may include hidden references - here are few
clues with regard to this ditty.
The Country.- The Heart is immeasurable a different
dimension like a whole different country.
The Sun - the benevolence of God
Certainly - Certainty is a different level of reality beyond
even faith.
Permanently - the stage when the constant
remembrance of God becomes permanent
01 - there is no God - but God. The negative and
positive affirmation of faith.
The Post code - the mystic letters of the Qur'an
The Owner - God who is also known to the Sufis as the
Friend.
It will only cost your life - meaning the need to devote
ones whole life to God, it is dirt cheap because this
material world is just the clay from which our bodies
are created
Broken Hearted - the work of purification can bring one
to a state in which the heart feels the sorrow of
separation from his Beloved Creator.
Bewilderment; A state usually experienced just before
the Sufi reaches a new level of awareness.
The spiritual guide who is local to the country of the
heart and knows its ways.
The local policeman is discipline - which however may
become secretly intoxicated with Divine love.
The Postman is the holy Prophet (pbuh) who delivers
the message from God.
His book is of course the holy Qur'an.
The agents are the angels.
Patience and Company are the Divine Names and the
Company of Saints, believers etc.
Send out invites - the mystic who accepts the
responsibility to make people aware of the good
fortune that could be theirs.
Zahuri wine is the poem and its potentially spiritually
intoxicating effect.
The dog is the body - which deserves its reward for
asceticisms etc.
O yes its here - where else could 'it' be?
clues with regard to this ditty.
The Country.- The Heart is immeasurable a different
dimension like a whole different country.
The Sun - the benevolence of God
Certainly - Certainty is a different level of reality beyond
even faith.
Permanently - the stage when the constant
remembrance of God becomes permanent
01 - there is no God - but God. The negative and
positive affirmation of faith.
The Post code - the mystic letters of the Qur'an
The Owner - God who is also known to the Sufis as the
Friend.
It will only cost your life - meaning the need to devote
ones whole life to God, it is dirt cheap because this
material world is just the clay from which our bodies
are created
Broken Hearted - the work of purification can bring one
to a state in which the heart feels the sorrow of
separation from his Beloved Creator.
Bewilderment; A state usually experienced just before
the Sufi reaches a new level of awareness.
The spiritual guide who is local to the country of the
heart and knows its ways.
The local policeman is discipline - which however may
become secretly intoxicated with Divine love.
The Postman is the holy Prophet (pbuh) who delivers
the message from God.
His book is of course the holy Qur'an.
The agents are the angels.
Patience and Company are the Divine Names and the
Company of Saints, believers etc.
Send out invites - the mystic who accepts the
responsibility to make people aware of the good
fortune that could be theirs.
Zahuri wine is the poem and its potentially spiritually
intoxicating effect.
The dog is the body - which deserves its reward for
asceticisms etc.
O yes its here - where else could 'it' be?
The Religion of Man
Let Love expand within the heart,
Let the Spirit of Love unite, in the heart
The factions that would like to divide -
Until as one, its praises sound, deep inside.
Let heart, mind, and body fulfill their role,
And, integrating, make man, a whole.
This is the true religion of man
To conform to the Divine Plan
To make the soul worthy to worship,
The One, Who alone is Worthy of Worship,
To make the heart worthy to love
The One, Who alone is Worthy of Love.
This is the religion the Messengers told us about,
This is The Religion of Man without any doubt.
Let Love expand within the heart,
Let the Spirit of Love unite, in the heart
The factions that would like to divide -
Until as one, its praises sound, deep inside.
Let heart, mind, and body fulfill their role,
And, integrating, make man, a whole.
This is the true religion of man
To conform to the Divine Plan
To make the soul worthy to worship,
The One, Who alone is Worthy of Worship,
To make the heart worthy to love
The One, Who alone is Worthy of Love.
This is the religion the Messengers told us about,
This is The Religion of Man without any doubt.
A Thought on Retirement
All that work turned out to be
A preparation for this work, I see
That was the Wudhu*
This is the prayer, true.
*Wudhu is the ritual ablution before ritual prayers in Islam
Jamil Morris Zahuri - January 13th 2012
All that work turned out to be
A preparation for this work, I see
That was the Wudhu*
This is the prayer, true.
*Wudhu is the ritual ablution before ritual prayers in Islam
Jamil Morris Zahuri - January 13th 2012
Words with The Beloved
I thought I had better write these lines to remind me that:
Wherever I go,
Whoever I meet,
Whatever I do,
or see,
or know,
or imagine,
or hear,
or feel,
or think,
or touch,
or dream
or plan,
or whwerever I turn,
Whatever I have been, or am now, or will become
It was, is now, and will always be - Only You
I thought it was this or that, true,
But it was always and only You.
I thought it was him or her too,
But it was always and only You.
I thought it was something new,
But it was always and only You.
I thought it was something rare and true,
It was - it was always and only You.
It was this or that, its true
But it was always really You.
It was him or her, too,
But it was always really You.
And in so many places
and in so many faces
I found so many traces
Of only You
I went to school, now I know - it was all really You
I went to college but I really learned about only You
I did so many different jobs - but always really for You
I fell in love so many times, but always really with You
I have been sad but that sadness was You
I have been happy but that happiness was You
I have had my heart-broken - but always by You
I thought I learnt many things but they were all You
So many words of mine about You
Or are they, also, only Your words too?
Am I hiding behind them or are You?
Is there is only one, and there never was two?
The Beloved's Reply
The beginning of loving is becoming 'Me' in 'You'
To bring love into existence I became 'Me' and 'You'
Love separates and unites both 'You' and 'Me'
And between brings into being what needs be.
The Lover's Reply
You have broken my heart
And it really, really did hurt
Beloved
What an excellent start!
Remember Jacob and Joseph's Shirt!
Mevlana and Shems (I can't tell apart)?
Nizamuddin and Amir Khusro too?
And Majnun and Laila - Oh so true!
Lover
And what purpose can there be
In this game of You and me?
Beloved
The purpose is to bring into being
The actual fact, yes the material thing.
That is the evidence of the true love
In man and woman and heaven above.
Lover
And this talk now of you and me?
Beloved
Print out the poem - you will see.
JMZ Jan 25 2012
I thought I had better write these lines to remind me that:
Wherever I go,
Whoever I meet,
Whatever I do,
or see,
or know,
or imagine,
or hear,
or feel,
or think,
or touch,
or dream
or plan,
or whwerever I turn,
Whatever I have been, or am now, or will become
It was, is now, and will always be - Only You
I thought it was this or that, true,
But it was always and only You.
I thought it was him or her too,
But it was always and only You.
I thought it was something new,
But it was always and only You.
I thought it was something rare and true,
It was - it was always and only You.
It was this or that, its true
But it was always really You.
It was him or her, too,
But it was always really You.
And in so many places
and in so many faces
I found so many traces
Of only You
I went to school, now I know - it was all really You
I went to college but I really learned about only You
I did so many different jobs - but always really for You
I fell in love so many times, but always really with You
I have been sad but that sadness was You
I have been happy but that happiness was You
I have had my heart-broken - but always by You
I thought I learnt many things but they were all You
So many words of mine about You
Or are they, also, only Your words too?
Am I hiding behind them or are You?
Is there is only one, and there never was two?
The Beloved's Reply
The beginning of loving is becoming 'Me' in 'You'
To bring love into existence I became 'Me' and 'You'
Love separates and unites both 'You' and 'Me'
And between brings into being what needs be.
The Lover's Reply
You have broken my heart
And it really, really did hurt
Beloved
What an excellent start!
Remember Jacob and Joseph's Shirt!
Mevlana and Shems (I can't tell apart)?
Nizamuddin and Amir Khusro too?
And Majnun and Laila - Oh so true!
Lover
And what purpose can there be
In this game of You and me?
Beloved
The purpose is to bring into being
The actual fact, yes the material thing.
That is the evidence of the true love
In man and woman and heaven above.
Lover
And this talk now of you and me?
Beloved
Print out the poem - you will see.
JMZ Jan 25 2012
The Drunkard's Request
O keeper of the kegs, is there any more?
My beaker is half full and half empty for sure,
Either pour again till it overflows, like before,
Or let me drain it to the dregs, then give one more.
The Landlord's Reply
Dear sir I see you have the time
To make all these verses rhyme,
so you must be fairly sober
otherwise you would
not know a rhyme
or how to
put words
in to a
line at
all
Drink your fill, as you will.
O keeper of the kegs, is there any more?
My beaker is half full and half empty for sure,
Either pour again till it overflows, like before,
Or let me drain it to the dregs, then give one more.
The Landlord's Reply
Dear sir I see you have the time
To make all these verses rhyme,
so you must be fairly sober
otherwise you would
not know a rhyme
or how to
put words
in to a
line at
all
Drink your fill, as you will.
In Memory Of
O Abdul Wajid, your travelling is done!
Now rest in The Home from whence all come.
Here, of arguments there surely were some,
There, all the battles are already won.
JMZ Jan 12
O Abdul Wajid, your travelling is done!
Now rest in The Home from whence all come.
Here, of arguments there surely were some,
There, all the battles are already won.
JMZ Jan 12
Speak to Me
Speak to me dear and tell your real desire
Place in my hand the pearl, nor will I tire
Until into your being I have breathed
Love's unique, divine, undying fire
And have, from ashes of grief, retrieved
That gem, and from doubt you eternally relieved.
Speak to me dear and tell your real desire
Place in my hand the pearl, nor will I tire
Until into your being I have breathed
Love's unique, divine, undying fire
And have, from ashes of grief, retrieved
That gem, and from doubt you eternally relieved.
Remember Me?
What am I forgetting? I have forgot!
Perhaps I should tie myself a knot!
O yes! To remember to forget myself a lot
And always, remember to remember You!
Or was it only to remember that You
Are so near I cannot tell me from You
Anyhow, whatever I may have forgot,
I can be quite certain that You have not!
A Brief Story of Time - Overcome!
Would you like a glimpse beyond Time, with me,
Only a glimpse mind! More would be too much to see,
More cannot so easily be born,
It could leave a frail mind far too torn.
Step through this mirror then and look.
There being written is The Book.
See there is Adam being made,
And the angels complaining and afraid.
There see Shaitan objecting to prostrate
And here Adam with Eve repenting too late.
Over there the Last Judgement is underway
See great Muhammed, the beloved, learning to pray.
Over there Gabriel is giving life to Jesus, see!
There the universe is becoming what it will be,
To your left the Divine assembly sits in parliament,
Right the Abdal meet, summoned by Gabriel's intent.
See in that corner those palaces of light,
Real estate prices there are really a fright!
Out of this world, if you will forgive the joke!
The saints live there - the true inspired folk.
Over there is the Muslim Paradise pure
And see yonder the hell fire for sure
Way over there the Hindu heavens see,
And the Buddha's wheel and old Lao Tze.
Want a more local view? There you are, being born,
There a child, there an adult and here see others mourn.
Don't look too close or you will be there now!
Don't ask - it just happens that way somehow.
.
That circle of souls are the Holy fold, you in their midst,
With a bag over your head, wondering what you missed.
There are the seven heavens, and above Hafiz smiles,
Mevlana meets Shems Tabrizi here, and there he whirls.
And yonder see the august hall of fame
For those who in the world have made a name.
And behold there flows the 'super highway'
And here before us appears the 'straight way'.
I could show you more, much more, but don't ask how,
Let the mirror cloud, and return to what you think is now.
Would you like a glimpse beyond Time, with me,
Only a glimpse mind! More would be too much to see,
More cannot so easily be born,
It could leave a frail mind far too torn.
Step through this mirror then and look.
There being written is The Book.
See there is Adam being made,
And the angels complaining and afraid.
There see Shaitan objecting to prostrate
And here Adam with Eve repenting too late.
Over there the Last Judgement is underway
See great Muhammed, the beloved, learning to pray.
Over there Gabriel is giving life to Jesus, see!
There the universe is becoming what it will be,
To your left the Divine assembly sits in parliament,
Right the Abdal meet, summoned by Gabriel's intent.
See in that corner those palaces of light,
Real estate prices there are really a fright!
Out of this world, if you will forgive the joke!
The saints live there - the true inspired folk.
Over there is the Muslim Paradise pure
And see yonder the hell fire for sure
Way over there the Hindu heavens see,
And the Buddha's wheel and old Lao Tze.
Want a more local view? There you are, being born,
There a child, there an adult and here see others mourn.
Don't look too close or you will be there now!
Don't ask - it just happens that way somehow.
.
That circle of souls are the Holy fold, you in their midst,
With a bag over your head, wondering what you missed.
There are the seven heavens, and above Hafiz smiles,
Mevlana meets Shems Tabrizi here, and there he whirls.
And yonder see the august hall of fame
For those who in the world have made a name.
And behold there flows the 'super highway'
And here before us appears the 'straight way'.
I could show you more, much more, but don't ask how,
Let the mirror cloud, and return to what you think is now.
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