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| He is �The Love� may cherish thy wish silently
He blessed you ears must listen to Him caringly O Wayfarer! The lovers live but �death� Without loosing thy heart none bequeath I had his favors implored but very gently He got excused, `cause He was too angry I beseeched Him without any regret humbly That too He refused; me wounded by vanity I said my mind my heart seeks only �You�! He said: dare not bewitch me thou let it go I don�t know what you have so far planned Thy Twin eyes, which one is in love named Oh weak at heart! Thy had not valued me Just because thou had bought me cheaply |
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| Ali Hujwary has informed us in Kashaf-al-Mahjub, � When a man sees God�s choice and abandons his own choice, he is delivered from all sorrow. This, however, does not hold in absence from God (ghaybat); it requires presence With God (hudur), because �satisfaction expels sorrows and cures heedlessness�, and purges the heart of thoughts relating to other than God and frees it from the bounds of tribulation; for it is characteristic of satisfaction to deliver (rahanidan).� (P.178)
See more on Presence & Absence: click.... Happiness is Happiness only when it leads to the Giver of Happiness; otherwise it is an affliction. But who is satisfied with the affliction that God sends is satisfied because in the affliction he sees the Author thereof and can endure its pain by contemplating Him who sent it; nay he does not account it painful, such is his joy in contemplating his Beloved. (Kashaf-al-Mahjub: p.178) See more on satisfaction: click.... |
| Easy that had come, Easy may it go
A child buying bread for pearls, Lo! Get thyself lost in Love in it is lost everything Narrating Love till eternity from the beginning I�ve just given the hint not fully entertained Burnt may be the reason my tongue inflamed When I say �lips�: riverbank then I do mean My �No� �None but You � thee may deem I get bitter by too much sweetness at bay I kept silent because so much I had to say Our sweet connection may be kept veiled Bitterness! By eyes of world is not hailed Every ear may not listen what I�m to say I unfold one secret among hundreds at bay |
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