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O My Generous Master!

12/19/2012

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Sheikh Muzaffer Ozak (1916 - February 12, 1985)
You created this servant of Yours and brought him into being from a drop of water.

I do not even have the right to say I love You,
and yet I do love You. I always remember You.


I know that even my being able to remember You
is also due to Your guidance.


My mentioning Your Name of Majesty left me dizzy, bewildered, and amazed.

Is it possible to imagine anyone in this world
loving the Divinity and not becoming intoxicated with such affection?
So great a blessing is affection that even if its possessor should stray into the wilderness, the fire of his love would not allow him to feel the heat of the desert.

Should the lover fall into the fire, the heat of his
love would extinguish that fire.


The fire of love would cause the poles and glaciers to melt.

If mountains and boulders were piled upon the back of the lover, the fire of his love would prevent his feeling the weight of the load.

Affection makes a person forget about hunger and thirst, and keeps him on the road of love.
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Sheikh Muzaffer Ozak
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Lover of Lovers - Rabia al Adawiya

12/3/2012

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Rabia al Adawiya
كأسي وخمري والنديم ثلاثة وأنا المشوقة في المحبة : رابعة
كأس المسرّة والنعيم يديرها ساقي المدام على المدى متتابعة
فإذا نظرتُ فلا أُرى إلّا له وإذا حضرتُ فلا أُرى إلّا معه
يا عاذلي! إني أحب جماله تالله ما أُذني لعذلك سامعة
كم بتّ من حرقي وفرط تعلقي أُجري عيوناً من عيوني الدامعة
لا عبرتي ترقا ولا وصلي له يبقى ولا عيني القريحة هاجعة
My cup, my poured spirit and companion are three.
I am Rabi'a the fourth, fevered and longing
For the One I belong to who waits on me.
Round the clock, round the room,  in the cupbearer's hands
Goes the gratifying cup  of grace and jubilee.
If I stare, none see me except by Him.
If I'm there, none see the Me as separate from our We.
O small men who rebuke me,  His beauty has swept me!
By God, I block my ears to your abuse. I can see.
How many a soulburning night of surfeiting
Fixation made my head like a fountainhead weep!
The drops won't dry away, nor my oneness with Him
Abide, nor my eyes find ease of sleep.
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