Invocations at the Court of
the Highness The Creator
O! Lord You are holding this
slave’s hand, a true must for
every slave this Mighty Lord. You are the pre-existent Creator
Everlasting,
forgive this dust in much need of forgiveness. Forgive me… Help me…
Rescue me
from the lustful raucous of Self. Seeking You for every need, since all
needs
exclusively fulfilled by Your very aid.
The heart that is not lost by
Your grace, fears not the
planets or the stars. In Your presence exists no fear of this universe,
You are
like the heavens and the rest worthy of burying under the earth.
Living within this wonderful
verdant world, why have you
decreed eternal afterlife in Paradise? Cannot imagine better than this
world
but if You say there is better in afterlife then it must be [1]. In those
Gardens offer us a fine home, take away the dishonesty and evil of our
intent.
I grasp not at any solutions
for my problems, not even
others, but You know all! then do what You know and that shall suffice.
The
hopes of everyone seeking after You, one in night and another in day,
one black
and the other white.
If an opening found anywhere
in Your orchards, Mankind
bemoans at the gates crying much.
I found no courage within
myself to ask of You, “give me
this or that”. In stead running after everyman, but I discovered It is
You
giving and not them.
You are self-sufficient in
need of no one on Your path, all
needs waft towards Your regal court. Do not let my guardian angel to be
the
ghoul of people’s ill intent, do not let me be lost on Your path.
Once You opened the gates of
friendship [2], pour not the
dust of estrangement on my head. 
Beam upon mine eyes a ray of
Your light, so I may find an
escape from the eyes of Mankind.
I am that fluttering moth
circling the radiant lamp of Your
being [3], because I am a bird from the
orchards of Your dominion. See not I
belittled under every hand, empower me with greatness since You are the
greatest.
I was the particle unseen by
any eyes, but Your power shone
upon I the life! And once Your force brought me about, I became the KEY
for
many treasures…
End.
Background:
The Haitian boy suffering from AIDS
(1985), dies in nurse Sarah’s arms in second picture below, within
moments she
holds him.
Under
the Sablier trees [4]
Where I
fell in love with You
Your Edict
upon every leaf
The
lifeless child the key
So many
treasure-troves unlocked
His death
the clarions call
“Sail upon
my last breath
To fjords
of Paradise!”
When a leaf falls from a tree,
the pull of gravity combined
with the aerodynamics of the gas mixtures within the air, we understand
and
sense and describe in great details. Millions of people around the
planet
attend schools and spend years to study the physical and biological
phenomenon
governing this simple and unimportant fall. They admire the terrific
systems of
all these precise and purposeful engineered processes.
But when a Haitian child falls
under the same tree, and
although the same fantastic natural processes apply to him as well,
nonetheless
we turn our faces the other way, repulsed see nothing of any value and
importance. We see nothing! We see no purpose! We see no design! And we
want to
keep it that way for eternity. The lies we tell others and ourselves
about this
defenseless dead child.
We admire the scientists who
become the KEYS to unlock the
treasures of knowledge, unearthing the inner workings of physical and
biological systems orchestrated to commence the falling of a mere leaf.
But we
adore not the Haitian child, the KEY unlocking treasures of our Beloved
Creator!?
Behold the Edict of your Regal
Creator upon every leaf, the
photosynthesis production and reproduction of chlorophyll, the
fantastic
processes of pollination and the wonderful and bewildering DNA
transcription
and copying in each cell. The mighty and mysterious protein folding,
the
immaculate infinite processes of death and disengagement of a leaf each
time
one falls of a tree…
Behold the wordless Edict of
your Mighty Creator upon the
black skin of the Haitian child sheathing the dying rib cage, each
laborious
breath a treasure uncovered, every tear a pearl from the treasury of
Paradise…
And when our arrogant gazes
befalls upon the child, he cries
voiceless to his Lord:
Beam upon mine eyes a ray of
Your light, so I may find an
escape from the eyes of Mankind… Make me that particle again unseen by
any
eyes…
Invocation heard, prayer
granted and the child in few
moments succumbed to death, thus again concealed are the treasures and
the last
breath of the Haitian child the last chance to find a ride towards the
Beloved
Creator! Lost forever…
Under the
Sablier trees
I fell in
love with You
Under the
Sablier trees
I fought
the serpents
Under the
Sablier trees
I heard
your cries
Under the
Sablier trees
I lost my
eyes
Under the
Sablier trees
Blind I
write
Under the
Sablier trees
I await Your love
[1] We behold the pleasures of this
life, drown in
contentment and false fulfillment and wonder why there should be an
afterlife.
But look at the Haitian child ill with AIDS, he is running to his Maker
to a
fine home to live in peace and health in afterlife. For this little boy
no
questions asked about the afterlife and his home. But us the arrogant
busy in
our gluttony and greed, questions arise moment after moment.
[2] Every human being created has seen
in full splendor his
or her Maker. However in this life we are not allowed to see The
Majesty. So
Nezaami begs not to be estranged in this life after the fantastic
introduction
at the time of his creation.
[3] Moth circling a lamp or candle is
a key Farsi/Sufi
poetic expression. It means the moth (the lover) is instinctively
gravitating
towards the light/lamp/candle (the Beloved) and circles it maddened and
drunken, often falling into its fire and burnt alive which is the
ultimate
stage of Sufi love for the Creator.
[4] Sablier Tree is a special tree in Haiti where the
nightly Voodoo rituals are performed underneath.
©
2003-2002, Dara Shayda
