wo-man

The man is the highest of creatures.
The woman is the most sublime ideal.
God has created man for a throne, for women an altar.
The throne exalts, the altar sanctifies.
The man is the brain - heart woman.
The brain receives light, the heart... receives love.
Light fecundiza, love is making a comeback.
Man is strong for the reason, the woman is invincible by his tears.
The reason convinces, tears touch (soften) the soul.
The man is capable of any heroism, the woman, any sacrifice.
Ennobling heroism, sacrifice called the sublime.
The man has the dominance, the female intuition.
Dominance means strength, intuition represents justice.
The man is a genius, the woman an angel.
Genius is immeasurable, the angel is ineffable.
The aspiration of man is to the Supreme glory, the female aspiration is towards perfect virtue.
Glory makes everything great, virtue becomes all divine.
The man is a code, the woman is a Gospel.
The code fixes, the Gospel makes us perfect.
The man thinks women inferred.
Thinking means having a brain superior, infer, feel, it means having the glory in the front.
The man is an ocean, the woman is a lake.
The ocean is the Pearl that decorate you, the Lake, the light that illuminates it.
The man is an eagle in flight, the woman, a Nightingale that sings.
The fly means to dominate the space, singing means to conquer the soul.
The man is a temple, the woman an altar.
In front of the altar, we discover our heads in front of the altar, we kneel.
The man sits where just the land, women, where the sky begins

autumn wind

While I wait for you,
My lord, lost in this longing,
Suddenly there comes
A stirring of my window blind:
The autumn wind is blowing.
...

~ Nukata

सुबह तड़के

Rise early at dawn, when our storytelling begins.
In the dead of the night, when all other doors are
locked,
the door for the Lovers to enter opens.
Be wide awake in the dark when Lovers...
begin fluttering around the Beloved's window,
like homing pigeons arriving with flaming bodies.

~ Abu-Said Abil-Kheir
जागो जल्दी सुबह तड़के जब शुरू होती  कहानी

रात्रि नीरव में जब बंद हो सब द्वार 

द्वार  खुल जाते स्वतः ही प्रेमियों के 

 रहो जागे सजग पूरी तरह से रात्रि में जब  प्रेमी

फड़फड़ाना शुरू करते प्रियतम  की खिड़कियों पर 

ज्यूँ लौटें कबूतर सुलगते पांख ले कर घरों में 

Resurrection

As long as I live I will eat and drink
The grief of loving You.
I will never give it up to anyone
Even when I am dead.
...

Tomorrow
At the Resurrection
I will walk forward with this violent thirst
Still storming my head.
~ Ayn al-Qozat Hamadani

attributes eternal !

How can you imagine that something else veils Him
when He is the One who is manifest by everything?
How can you imagine that something else veils Him
when He is the One who is made manifest in everything?
How can you imagine that something else veils Him...
when He is the One who is manifest to everything?
How can you imagine that something else veils Him
when He was the One who was Manifest before there was anything?
How can you imagine that something else veils Him
when He is more manifest than anything?
How can you imagine that something else veils Him
when He is the One with whom there is nothing else?
How can you imagine that something else veils Him
when He is the One who is nearer to you than anything?
How can you imagine that something else veils Him
when if it had not been for Him, there would not have been anything?

A marvel!
See how existence becomes manifest in non-existence!
How the in-time holds firm alongside Him whose attribute is eternal !
~ Ibn Ata' Illah

निशब्द ज्यूँ व्योम

Within each of us there is a silence as vast as the universe.
We long for it.
We can return to it.

~ Jack Kornfield
हम में से हर एक में है निहित मौन निशब्द ज्यूँ  व्योम असीमित
पर तरसते रहते है हम
लौट सकते है वहाँ हम

केवल तू

The only vision I have is your sight
The only thing I follow is your light

Everyone finds his repose in sleep
Sleep from my eyes has taken flight
दीखता मुझको जो केवल तू है
जिसके पीछे  चलता मैं, ज्योति तेरी
चैन पाते सब नींद में जिस
उड़ चुकी वो ही मेरी आँख से है

Hafiz