And if, my friend, you ask me the way
by Hakim SanaiEnglish version by D.L. Pendlebury
Original Language Persian/Farsi
And if, my friend, you ask me the way,
I'll tell you plainly, it is this:
to turn your face toward the world of life,
and turn your back on rank and reputation;
and, spurning outward prosperity, to bend
your back double in his service;
to part company with those who deal in words,
and take your place in the presence of the wordless.
Belief and unbelief
by Hakim SanaiEnglish version by D.L. Pendlebury
Original Language Persian/Farsi
Belief and unbelief
both have their origin
in your hypocrite's heart;
the way is only long
because you delay to start on it:
one single step
would bring you to him:
become a slave,
and you will be a king.
Belief brings me close to You
by Hakim SanaiEnglish version by Priya Hemenway
Original Language Persian/Farsi
Belief brings me close to You
but only to the door.
It is only by disappearing into
Your mystery
that I will come in.
Bloom Like a Rose
by Hakim SanaiEnglish version by David and Sabrineh Fideler
Original Language Persian/Farsi
Your heartrending (causing or expressing intense grief, anguish, or distress )
fire made me bloom like a rose.
I died at your feet
and returned fast to life.
My inborn freedom
offered nothing in profit;
but now I am free,
since becoming your slave.
Love's conqueror is he
by Hakim SanaiEnglish version by D.L. Pendlebury
Original Language Persian/Farsi
Love's conqueror is he
whom love conquers.
Apply yourself, hand and foot,
to the search;
but when you reach the sea,
stop talking of the stream.
Mystic Chat
by Hakim SanaiEnglish version by Peter Lamborn Wilson and Nasrollah Pourjavady
Original Language Persian/Farsi
My dear!
You haven't the feet
for this path --
why struggle?
You've no idea where
the idol's to be found --
what's all this
mystic chat?
What can be done
with quarrelsome
fellow travelers,
boastful
marketplace
morons?
If you were really a lover
you'd see that faith and infidelity
are one...
Oh, what's the use?
nit-picking (Minute, trivial, unnecessary, and unjustified criticism or faultfinding)
about such things
is a hobby for
numb brains.
You are pure spirit
but imagine yourself a corpse!
pure water which thinks
it's the pot!
Everything you want
must be searched for --
except the Friend.
If you don't find Him
you'll never
be able
to start
to even
look.
Yes,
you can be sure:
You are not Him --
unless
you can remove yourself
from between
yourself
and Him --
in which case
you
are
Him.
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