Rubaiyat (extract)

Omar Khayyam

Literal

Those who went in pursuit of knowledge
Soared up so high, stretched the edge
Were still encaged by the same dark hedge
Brought us some tales ere life to death pledge.

Meaning

Those who pursue the scientific way
In a different language display
Their ignorance and the way they pray.
They too one day shall be dust and clay.

Literal

Once upon a time, in a potter’s shop
I saw two thousand clay pot and cup
Suddenly a lone pot cried out, “stop!
Where the vendor, buyer, where my prop?”

Meaning

We simply exist, silent, unaware
Busy with minute mundane worldly care
Occasionally find someone who’ll dare
To ask why we came, and from here go where?

Literal

We are the puppets and fate the puppeteer
This is not a metaphor, but a truth sincere
On this stage, fate for sometime our moves steer
Into the chest of non-existence, one by one disappear.

Meaning

The hands of fate play our game
We the players are given a name
Some are tame, others gain fame
Yet in the end, we’re all the same.

Literal

The signs of what’s to come has always been
Has always written both benevolent and mean
What is our lot was given by the hand unseen
With futility we try, exert, weep or keen.

Meaning

Destiny has gifted us a perfect course
To oppose or not follow makes our life worse
Instead of useless trial, pain and remorse
We better put our cart behind our horse
And follow inspirations from our source.

Literal

This clay pot like a lover once in heat
A lock of hair his senses did defeat
The handle that has made the bottleneck its own seat
Was once the embrace of a lover that entreat.

Meaning

Everywhere I look, I see a sign
Of an order that is great, divine
Even the sweet passionate red wine
Is the blood in this heart of mine.

Literal

The sun with its morning light the earth ensnare
The king celebrated the day with a wine so fair
The herald of dawn intoxicated would blare
Its fame and aroma, for time having not a care.

Meaning

Even from the bright rising sun
The moon that has playfully spun
We learn love, joy, and even fun
Before our time’s sand has run.

Source

 

Qur’an and Sunnah

Qur’an and Sunnah! Qur’an and Sunnah!
These days are like pre-Islamic Arabia
What brought it out of jahaliya?
Qu’ran and Sunnah
Not that written on parchment
preserved, passed down on paper
No!
Qur’an walked
Sunnah talked
carrier of the Qur’an
exemplifier of the Sunnah
Upon the ‘Arsh his name was seen
With no ‘waw’ in between
his name and Allah
Testament to his exalted status
Peace and blessings be upon Muhammad
‘Aysha described him as Qur’an walking
a great secret lies herein
Qur’an and Sunnah
in the flesh
Light upon light contained in his breast
reflected
knowledge passed from chest to chest
protected
in an unbroken chain of narrations,
No, narrators
sacred knowledge not preserved in books
Contained in scholars’ heart’s libraries
Theirs faces adorned by traces
of prophetic heirlooms
Look into their eyes
Search inside their smiles
Notice their manners
known as “Arifeen builders”
Let them guide you with a glance
Sahaba aren’t sahaba because they saw the Prophet
No, because his blessed eyes gazed upon them!
Made them the greatest group of people to have ever lived
Make them your spiritual relatives
Welded by salasil
Pick a guiding star
bound by the Shari’a
With wings of Tasawwuf
Honed intuition
Not just historical relay stations
Modernist movements spout
“Qur’an and Sunnah”
But cut links that lead to the Sahaba
“Return to roots!” “Chop down branches!”
Then stumped at ugly aberration
of their genetic next of kin
an hereditary extremism.
Qur’an and Sunnah -
Not found in empty slogans
written or spoken by vacant hearts
Mountains
Oceans
Qur’an and Sunnah
Outer emblem shows
hiked the path of
inner ihsanic service
Hold close to the Jama’
Preserved in the Isnad
Ahl ul-Qur’an
Ahl ul-Sunnah

Passwords

4 emails
3 forums
2 PC logins
1 pin number

1 blog
2 ATM’s
3 door codes
4 book stores

4 Databases
3 accounts packages
2 phones
1 post room

1 gym pass
2 door alarms
3 social networks
4 subscriptions

4 security
3 trial period
2 many passwords
1 big headache

Over 7 characters
Include capital letter
name of partner
asterisks for good measure

7 days til expires
change prisonor numbers
adjust barriers
lost key to bars

Need a reminder?
Mother’s maiden name
Check your email
How fun is this game?

Message from the Director
of the Bank of Botswana
You’re a winner
Who let in the hacker?

In-security
World untrustworthy
Banal complexity
incomprehensible litany

… annoying necessity.

 

F.E.A.R

Ian Brown

For each a road
For everyman a religion
Find everybody and rule
For everything and rumble
Forget everything and remember
For everything a reason
Forgive everybody and remember
For each a road
For everyman a religion
Face everybody and rule
For everything and rumble
Forget everything and remember
For everything a reason

So Tired

May weekend… weak knees

Fill days with activities!

Body has it’s rights.

 

Law and Essence

Imam al-Qushayri

Every shari‘a which is unsupported by haqiqa is unaccepted. And every haqiqa which is not controlled by shari‘a is unaccepted.

Know that the Shari‘a is also Haqiqa, because He Himself made it obligatory. And haqiqa is also shari‘a, because the means of knowing Him were made obligatory by His command.’

 

My Head Hurts

Migraine like pain assaults brain/ hands losing grasp of sanity rein/
took the chicane too fast/ trespassed hell’s precinct/
pardon these tears/ they don’t fall they blast/ like being tear gassed/
for clinging on too tightly to the past/ coincidentally typecast in a Greek tragedy/
My own worst enemy/ is my enemy’s best friend/
’til bereavement ends and bliss begins/
Make sure to not offend/ the angel of death/ with a last breath that smells/
Dispel scientific myths/ work it like a blacksmith/
who’s expertly trained in crude alchemy/
Hardened organ guarded by harder breastplate/ but light-photons doth penetrate/
Hydrate/ open floodgates/
plant kernel from prophetic truths/ lock satan in a soundproof booth/
whispers and screams unheard/ walk this journey unperturbed/
Foci flow clearer/ understand the world bit better/
The world is a prison for the believer/ freedom in the hereafter/
Scoffers don’t believe in an hereafter/ like there’s nothing after here/
making their paradise now/ prison awaits later
Don’t realise they’re serving two life sentences/

Slow Train

Bob Dylan

Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
Can’t help but wonder what’s happening to my companions
Are they lost or are they found, have they counted the cost it’ll take to bring down
All their earthly principles they’re gonna have to abandon ?
There’s slow, slow train coming up around the bend.

I had a woman down in Alabama
She was a backwoods girl, but she sure was realistic
She said, Boy, without a doubt, have to quit your mess and straighten out
You could die down here, be just another accident statistic
There’s slow, slow train coming up around the bend.

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Cosmic Cauldron

We were all cooked in the same

cosmic cauldron

but some were destined to become

stardust…

Others…

nuclear waste.

Soul Rise

Marry metaphor to meditation
consummate the same night
give birth to a light worth
more than a hundred prayers and
predictions of a thousand soothsayers
Purity of hearts commensurate to purity of worship
and vice versa
Doesn’t take a saint to figure out (but usually does)
dhikr is what hearts can’t see without
Polished mirror
reflection clearer
presence nearer
Reality of Tawhid?
First achieve unity of self
Inward outward harmony
vanish traces of hypocrisy
Soul traveling two opposite courses
tears the heart in two pieces
- the duplicity of Nufus.

Ruhani cultivation practices
ensures it rises
and rises
until it reaches…
it reaches.

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Secrets

What does it take
to know The Secret
The Secret of secrets?

…sincerity in wanting to know
The Secret

Love not Hate

Eldridge Cleaver

The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less

Own Goal Riise

Joke…

John Arne Riise was stopped on the M62 by the traffic police last night. Apparantly he was heading in the wrong direction.

 

 

Headline Islam

Brother Dash

Source and audio here

The air above the horizon tremors
As the warmth of our hearts rise above the raging waters of turmoil
And chaos humanity breeds
We be the lighthouses with spiritual beacons standing stoic never changed by the
Spray of salty voices that clap against our bedrock foundation.
We sing sweet soft somethings so succulent some suckle several sips
We cradle the young we sit silent before the veteran and
We open the curtains for sun rays to destroy the darkness and we pull