So pleasantly does my heart pain me, what use have I for cure

So pleasantly does my heart pain me, what use have I for cure
Bound in the infidelity of His tresses [1], what good is faith

[1]  a long lock of a woman's hair.  ("her golden tresses tumbled about her face")


Imperial festivity reigns in the solitude of this tavern
What need have we of gardens, what profit is Paradise

An ocean of water floats us, yet we thirst-how strange
We are at home, yet strangers- what paradox

At the very point of Union, separation overwhelms us
We away from the Friend, He is closer to us than ourselves

We are the ones, who are drunk with the Meeting, nothing more
We are effaced of self-we are Permanence, nothing more

We drank deep from the cup of His Pure Light
We in this tavern, remember Him nothing more

Heart and Soul we surrender ourselves to His Cause
Wherever He takes us, we are content and nothing more

                             ...........By a Sufi Saintly Poet

O Reason, you are sick and sober I am the lover, drunken lover

O Reason, you are sick and sober
I am the lover, drunken lover

Jesus hides within you
Your husk is the heavy cross

Indeed, we are both the beloved and the one, who loves
Lord and worshipper is one body-just look-how strange

Morning, dawn, nightingale, rosebud-all are one
Beloved, lover, friend and love-all are one
The more I look inside His house, the more I see
That the circle, point and compass-all are one

--------By a Sufi Saitly Poet

O gnostic, neither the disease nor remedy is yours

He gives the pain, He also gives the medicine
O gnostic, neither the disease nor remedy is yours

Pass in sweetness beyond annihilation and eternity
But never believe that you are the source of either

If I say, "I am the beautiful", find no fault with me
Since I am He-and so drunk, I've lost sense of words

I am the seeker, I am the sought, begging myself from myself
But what have I lost, to be engaged, on such a quest?

His beauty appears in this mirror of mine, so finely made
How then the sober deny my claim, "I am the Beautiful"?

                           ...........By a Sufi Saintly Poet

I found the Friend, became a stranger to myself

1.1  I had my wits, but in His love I lost them all
       I found the Friend, became a stranger to myself

1.2  O reason, we are drunk and you are not
       Your preaching has no place in our assembly

1.3   I am the outcast wandering the wine-seller street
        I drain the cup again and again to fall drunk

1.4   Yes, we suffer the heart-ache
        But desire no remedy for the pain

1.5   With such pain, better to seek no remedy
        Love's destruction, for the one enmeshed is love, is joy

1.6   If you thirst, you will find streaming abundance in our tears
        Clear fountain of ecstasy-look, look deep into our eyes

1.7   In the assembly of revellers, 
                                    speak no more of paradise and houris
        Come to the carnival of the drunkards,
                                                                 better here and now

                            ------By a Sufi Sait Poet

Take one step beyond yourself

Take one step beyond yourself

Take one step beyond yourself
The whole path lasts no longer than a step

Beg alms from yourself, don't go wandering
Outside yourself, the Way cannot be found

If it's love you're after, nought yourself
Only the lover minus self knows love

In the hope of His union suffer
The weight of separation all your life

A rose without thorns cannot be found
There is no gathering of roses without shedding blood

Speak not of infidelity or faith,
No, be sacrificed in the way of love
For in His presence there is no room, no time
For dogma,infidelity or faith

Seeker, no one attains to love
Without rising above yesterday and tomorrow

The day is today, No lover
Knows care for the future

                             ----------By a Sufi Poet

In the absolute madness of love

1.1  In the absolute madness of love I am sane, and I dance
       In the dreams and fantasies I am awake, and I dance

1.2  Out of ocean of  desires n longing,  I overflow, and I dance
       I am filled with bountiful drunkenness, and I dance

1.3  My unconsciousness is awareness, my sobriety drunkenness
       Drunken sobriety brings me closer to my friend, and I dance

1.4  I am content within and without since I surrendered myself
       The beloved has dropped His mask, I'm helpless, and I dance

                                                                         ------- A Sufi Poem
                                                                                  (Anonymous)

Rejoice: Be Happy

Rejoice: Be Happy
The good and the bad are not because of you
Your deeds, praiseworthy or otherwise
Are not because of you

Curse not yourself, nor flatter
Accept and be content
That alone is your business


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Rejoice
    Grieve not a fantasy!
Join not the stupid
     In complaining the world as tattered

What was, is no more
     What is, shall not be
Rejoice! For the change is the only Certainty

                                                                                                                                     *** From the Book of Joy
                                                                                                                                            By Mitwa Vishwa