The Master of Martyrs

by Ehsan

The moon shines with pride
her rays touched the immortal guide
now smiling through timeless nights
illuminating all worldly lights

The earth is eternally blessed
yet longing has her body dressed
she once carried sacred feet
after those feet she now her chest beat

The fire is finally humble
by his face her ego crumble
the heat glowing from his eyes
has burnt the fire wise

Adam separated from his beloved liver
finally with Eve he united by Mecca's river
but al-Husayn's love ended in pain
Zaynab left alone as he was slain

The sun of beauty thrown in a dark well
from his dear father he never took farewell
agony's blindness cured by Yusuf's smell
as Yusuf with his brothers reunion drank
Abbas drowned in blood by the riverbank
this is the secret behind al-Husayn's rank

The friend of the Merciful cried for 90 years
his beard became a rainy cloud filled with tears
at last the Friend granted his wish
from Hajar swam a prophetic fish
yet the final exam was not done
until Ibrahim nearly sacrificed his son
a goat replaced his youthful sun
and Ibrahim a lifetime felicity won
but in the desert al-Husayn was left alone
until he heard a silent little moan
his six month baby from the cradle shone
Ali Asghar before the enemies was shown
piercing arrows was at him thrown
the breast of al-Husayn split apart
the last flames scarred his heart
as he saw his child to heaven depart

They say for the love of mankind
Jesus was in solitude on the cross entwined
called God for a supreme sacrifice
but the Master of Martyrs is beyond lies
al-Husayn gave even his family for the skies

A true lover's only desire
is to melt away in love's fire
to a Supreme Lover ascend higher
through sacrifice to eternity retire

Book of Light

Alláh sent to him the Book as a light whose flames cannot be extinguished, a lamp whose gleam does not die, a sea whose depth cannot be sounded, a way whose direction does not mislead, a ray whose light does not darken, a separator (of good from evil) whose arguments do not weaken, a clarifier whose foundations cannot be dismantled, a cure which leaves no apprehension for disease, an honour whose supporters are not defeated, and a truth whose helpers are not abandoned. Therefore, it is the mine of belief and its centre, the source of knowledge and its oceans, the plantation of justice and its pools, the foundation stone of Islam and its construction, the valleys of truth and its plains, an ocean which those who draw water cannot empty, springs which those who draw water cannot dry up, a watering place which those who come to take water cannot exhaust, a staging place in moving towards which travellers do not get lost, signs which no treader fails to see and a highland which those who approach it cannot surpass it.

Alláh has made it a quencher of the thirst of the learned, a bloom for the hearts of religious jurists, a highway for the ways of the righteous, a cure after which there is no ailment, an effulgence with which there is no darkness, a rope whose grip is strong, a stronghold whose top is invulnerable, an honour for him who loves it, a peace for him who enters it, a guidance for him who follows it, an excuse for him who adopts it, an argument for him who argues with it, a witness for him who quarrels with it, a success for him who argues with it, a carrier of burden for him who seeks the way, a shield for him who arms himself (against misguidance), a knowledge for him who listens carefully, worthy story for him who relates it and a final verdict of him who passes judgements.

Nahj Al Balaghah, Sermon #197, About the Holy Quran

Walking by the light

What is this all rumbling about ?
everyone is arrogating the light
but stepping on each other without a doubt
blaming others leading to naught

is it the light being carried or just a mirror
is it the wisdom or just a knowledge
is it being a candle or just an ego's terror
is it an illumination or just darkness having an edge ?

walking by the light
silence and self reflection are prerequisites
digging deep inside the heart
dissolving ego and finding true love to be embraced

The God of the Heart

by Dr. Javad Nurbakhsh

Ever since we have given up our being for the heart,
We've been strangers to the self and acquainted with the heart.

While the Ka'ba is the focus of the eyes of the world,
That Ka'ba of retreat, the heart, is our focus.

We saw the heart was the sanctum of the glory of the Beloved;
So we ejected all that was not the Friend from the space of the heart.

This heart is not that organ which beats in the cage of the breast;
This heart is the Magnificent Throne, the seat of the God of the Heart.

In the way of the heart lovers have foundered in blood;
Full many a wretched soul has been sacrificed for the heart.

In the trap of lust you are not aware of the heart;
In the sky of self you can't see the phoenix of the heart.

As soon as Nurbakhsh left the lane of 'I and you',
He found tranquility in the sanctum of the glorious heart.

Jihad (Struggle)