One who speaks ill of me, exposes only their own vice
And virtuous is the one, who introduces me as ‘nice’
The state of a speaker, through their speech unfolds
The pitcher only provides from the contents that it holds Continue reading “Inside The Pitcher”
O brother, in reality, you are your thoughts alone
Everything else of you is only skeleton and bone
If your thoughts are of a rose, you are a rosebed
And if they are of thorns, you are fuel for a furnace instead
Whilst you yearn for minerals, to a mineral you succumb
Whilst you crave a piece of bread, bread is what you become
If you know this secret then you know this too
The thing that you search for is what makes you
~ Rumi (sections from two separate poems).
To every group I expressed my complaints and disapproval
I reached out to both hearts kindled and those spiritually frugal
Everyone became my friend per their own assumptions
They searched not deep within me for my secrets nor instructions Continue reading “Search For my Secrets”
Harm not the ant, its sustenance doth it seek
For it has life and life is pleasant and sweet
Do not force an oppressive hand upon the weak
For like the ant, one day, it may be you at another’s feet
~ Translated by Hadi Rizvi
The poem is attributed to Ferdowsi by Sa’di in his Bustaan.
Not all oppression is carried out by governments, institutions, or groups.
Sometimes we overlook our oppression of those more vulnerable than ourselves.
We may at times be powerless to stop oppression overseas or on a large scale, but there are forms of oppression going o around us everyday, from within the house to the workplace and everywhere in between, that we can play a role in ending.
Were I to speak of the day’s sorrow
An unending story I would have to share
A life of a thousand years I’d need to borrow
So that one of a thousand stories you may bare
My eyes expose my inner state
I do not willingly reveal
A whole community would cry upon my fate
Hearing how a friend’s distance makes me feel
Towards me does no ones heart impart
So that I may speak about the grief of days
The story of Sa’di’s restless grieving heart
With restlessness my heart conveys
Translated by Hadi Rizvi