La Fle’ (The Bloom)
Ever so much time has gone by
And the universe went on concordant to the decrees of the
Lord
Yet It is everlastingly unchanging in face of all events in
the world
The Lord has made true this proverb:
If It closes one door, already has opened one thousand more
Presides upon the throne ordaining the affairs of universe,
thus:
The folk sometimes happy and some other times melancholy [1]
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Other than the drunkenness of love there is no other
intoxication
Such overwhelming adversity thus be content in the face of
afflictions
Mere thought of battle with You passing through the heart of
enemies
The striking fear of Your saber shall slice them piece by
piece
It is Your justice that empowers both hawk and sparrow the
flight [2]
It is Your Edict the robust sequencing of the day and the
night
Spend your life with a splendid heart since the gales of
death
Shall uproot the lifelong tree of the ill-boding wicked
Which lifetime you know has last eternal?
Would the wheel of skies always stay high? [3]
Those good-willed towards You shall revel in jubilee
The envious of Your majesty in sorrow and melancholy
End.
Timelessly roots amidst the
orchards of nonbeing a mighty
tree, branches stretched into the darkness aloft, blooming with the
laughter of
the Haitian orphan. The ignorant eyes behold a child’s smile sailing
upon the
impetuous ocean of life. The same eyes blinded by the light of this
world alas!
Shall satiate with the darkened dust of the tomb.
Hearken unto the fragrance of
this blossom! Blooming in
depth of the most black darkness ever, ironically bearing the fruit of
most
radiant light of the heavens.
Drown not into the ocean of
darkness vexed by the storms of
truth! Fear not the blindness deep within…
Hearken unto the effulgence of
this apetalous flower! Rests
behind which the infinitely layered veils of light upon darkness,
presides
beyond which the Beloved of the universe awaiting your stare! [4]
Hearken unto the darkness of
orphan’s skin, the wordless
chapter book of happiness:
Haitian
orphan’s smile indeed the mantle upon a blossom of
paradise adorned by the verdant beauty of the Creator sprouting over
whomsoever
beholding her...
Her darkness the ink for my
pen, drunken by the
effervescence of her gingerly smile, trembling with fear while
stargazing upon
her Mighty Master escorting her out from darkness into light.
[1] Roodaki teaches that there is no
logic why some are
happy and some not. Happiness and wealth rotates between people from
moment to
moment with not much of any reasoning. If someone has a lot and is
happy does
not mean God loves them and if the Haitian orphan has nothing does not
mean God
loves her not. The attachment of logic and judgment to prosperity and
happiness
is manufactured by man. No one knows whom God loves or dose not.
[2] We see hawk beautiful fast capable
and we see the
sparrow minute banal and weak. When you drive in the highway and see a
hawk you
are amazed and tell people to take note of it. But when was the last
time you
pulled down your windows to look upon a sparrow with admiration? For
certain Allah’s
justice ordains that both birds must fly in spite of our lack of
interest in
one.
Now people see the CEOs and
politicians and wealthy on TV
and they are Wowed! Just like the hawk. And they see the Haitian orphan
and no
feelings steered, like the sparrow. Be aware that Allah’s justice for
both
parties is the same. They both shall fly back to the Lord for their
justice.
[3] I assume it means the sun being up all the time.
Also it could mean to luck all the time.
[4] See Araqi
on the veils of light upon darkness just click on this line...
Background: Haitian smiles.
Tell me who is she smiling at? The light of whom hitting her eyes?
Photograph by Carol Guzy.
©
2003-2002, Dara Shayda
Calligraphy by Mohsen
Kharrazi
