Moon’s
Saddle
When love
pulls the life towards the Beloved
Enslaves
the mind bound under Its ruling [1]
Even in
many lifetimes cannot describe how
Life
endures for Beloved much suffering [2]
Just as It
drew a line around the moon [3]
Heart’s
pen on pages of life drawing
Moon’s
orbit saddled carrying the light [4]
Out from
the roots thirty-two teeth pulling
Our blind
hearts once beholding Your face
Like the
staff parting the Nile, shocking [5]
No
mountain bears the deep jewels of Your words [6]
The
lustrous sun by Your blade, slaughtering
My eyes
drowned in this thirst unquenched
Like the
water out of a well, ropes pulling
You have
left our affairs unsettled
My Self
humiliated and melancholy, Forsaking
Why is it when an object falls
upon this earth and smashed
to pieces, we suspect the force of gravity, pulling towards the huge
mass
of this plant… But when we are fallen by the calamities and miserable
suffering
of this life, we see not the gravity of love pulling us towards the
comely
unbound beauty of Beloved?
Man confuses the blight of the
life of this planet with the
punishment of Allah. Slightest hardship means to him and those staring
at his
misfortune, wrath of God.
On the pages of life, your
heart is writing many words,
which we call pain or heartache while in our eyes and others’ these are
meaningless scribbles. But to Sufis like Faryaabi they are writings
explaining
the gravitational force dragging us, willing or unwilling, towards a
mighty
verdant beauty, where our tears are the pollen for its blossoms.
Lovers read! Read the book of
your past life, read and read
now before its too late. You read the poems of these dead Sufis to know
about
Beloved, then why forsaking the reading of the love poems by the
ever-living
ever-loving life-giving comforter the Cretor who authored the book of
your life?
The Haitian woman in the
picture was pulled out of the fire
by the gravity of the Beloved. Not having anything but her cloth, no
man, no
children, no food and not clear making it through the nightly crimes
now that
her home is gone, she is in a free fall. Falling with no will, free of
her
mind, which is giving her such hard time, towards the Beloved. And
lovers if
you where there with her in 1987, you would have seen the Beloved. Look
for Beloved where your eyes can see It, not where you like to see It.
[1] Human mind is designed for him to
understand the affairs
of daily matters on this planet and surrounding space. Human mind is
not well
suited to comprehend the Beloved from the point of view of analytical
thinking.
When you are pulled towards the Beloved by the good or evil of this
life, your
mind succumbs to this gravitation. If your mind is not bound by this
pulling of
love, then you misinterpret the events of life. Pain and heartache are
signs or
hints for you to let go of your mind. There is pain as long as your
mind
controls your affairs. As soon as mind succumbs to love, then all pain
evaporates
and gushes towards you the torrents, blossomy beauty of the Beloved. For
best reading take a look at Ansaari just click on this sentence...
[2] Try not to explain why things
happened because even if
there is an explanation you need many many lifetimes to explain and
comprehend
the happenings surrounding you. Give up explaining! Just fall in love
with
Beloved mind-less & drunken.
[3] “Drawing lines” in Farsi means to
break heart, annoy or
threaten to take revenge. First Beloved drew the line of darkness of
space
around the moon’s circumference thus the metaphor for suffering and
heartache
of moon being limited by darkness. Same manner, the heart scribbles on
the
pages of life.
[4] “Pulling tooth” to mean endurance
and patience under
calamities. As the orbit is saddled for the massive moon to ride, it
suffers in
order to have its light. Same way for us, the suffering goes beyond
pulling our
32 teeth i.e. our light is carried while we suffer.
[5] Referencing to Prophet Moses’s PBUH
staff that parted
the Nile, by Allah’s permission. The same shock if we were there to
watch that
event… when one day we stare upon Its face.
[6] Allah asked if mountains could bear
Its words and they
shunned away scared. The same meaning Faryaabi conveys by saying that
there are
no jewels of Beloved’s words burried in the mountains to indicated the
above and
the preciousness:
Background: Haitian woman survival of a fire 1978 by Phil Parmet.
©
2003-2002,
Dara Shayda
