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jannah |
01/06/04 at 16:36:30 |
I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out, "It tastes sweet, does it not?" "You've caught me," grief answered, "and you've ruined my business, how can I sell sorrow when you know it's a blessing?" -- Rumi |
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jaihoon |
01/06/04 at 23:17:41 |
[quote author=jannah link=board=bookstore;num=1072336381;start=10#16 date=01/06/04 at 16:36:30]I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out, "It tastes sweet, does it not?" "You've caught me," grief answered, "and you've ruined my business, how can I sell sorrow when you know it's a blessing?" -- Rumi [/quote] This truth is not known too all That, When there is no pain at all The ball of joy in life will fail to roll O Reader! Until you know your pain The joy in life you cannot gain. - Jaihoon |
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jannah |
01/07/04 at 03:33:38 |
[quote author=.Jaihoon. link=board=bookstore;num=1072336381;start=10#17 date=01/06/04 at 23:17:41] This truth is not known to all That, When there is no pain at all The ball of joy in life will fail to roll O Reader! Until you know your pain The joy in life you cannot gain. - Jaihoon [/quote] Hardship may dishearten at first, but every hardship passes away. All despair is followed by hope; all darkness is followed by sunshine. -Rumi, "Mathnawi |
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jaihoon |
01/07/04 at 06:42:13 |
[quote author=jannah link=board=bookstore;num=1072336381;start=10#18 date=01/07/04 at 03:33:38] Hardship may dishearten at first, but every hardship passes away. All despair is followed by hope; all darkness is followed by sunshine. -Rumi, "Mathnawi[/quote] Like a barren shell deserted on a beach In this dark hour I am longing For the Sun's rays to hatch When you are gone I sat quietly on this bench And my thirst for an answer I silently tried to quench- 'All that has come will finally be gone. But in my heart is a question- A Sun that is gone Would it not return On tomorrow's morn? - Jaihoon http://www.jaihoon.com/egoptics/gone.htm |
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jannah |
01/07/04 at 13:47:04 |
[quote author=.Jaihoon. link=board=bookstore;num=1072336381;start=10#19 date=01/07/04 at 06:42:13] Like a barren shell deserted on a beach In this dark hour I am longing For the Sun's rays to hatch When you are gone I sat quietly on this bench And my thirst for an answer I silently tried to quench- 'All that has come will finally be gone. But in my heart is a question- A Sun that is gone Would it not return On tomorrow's morn? [/quote] Let not the sorry plight of the garden upset the gardener; Soon buds will sprout on the branches and like stars glitter. Weeds and brambles will be swept out of the garden with a broom; And where martyrs blood was shed red roses shall bloom. Look, how russet hues have tinged the eastern skies! The horizon heralds the birth of a new sun about to rise. -Iqbal, Jawab-e-Shikwa (The Answer to the Complaint) |
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jaihoon |
01/07/04 at 23:53:07 |
[quote author=jannah link=board=bookstore;num=1072336381;start=20#20 date=01/07/04 at 13:47:04] Let not the sorry plight of the garden upset the gardener; Soon buds will sprout on the branches and like stars glitter. Weeds and brambles will be swept out of the garden with a broom; And where martyrs blood was shed red roses shall bloom. Look, how russet hues have tinged the eastern skies! The horizon heralds the birth of a new sun about to rise. -Iqbal, Jawab-e-Shikwa (The Answer to the Complaint)[/quote] Cry, cry, cry... *********** 'Cry, cry and cry Ah! your Lord is indeed seeing you cry!' So many roses are coming in praise, A single thorn is making my pain rise. Everywhere around is the sound of fame, From a silent corner is daunt of shame What is there in my power? That I can change- The color of this aversive flower. Everywhere in the garden, Is the talk of this Nightingale. But this Rose still does contain, Me among the dwellers of hell. My world is full of joy Yet I don't know why I cry No matter what I try My eyes are not getting dry. My heart was shattered In pieces was it scattered When with the Shining Sword Was I badly battered. What is the worth of all the success I have had When in those Fearful Eyes I am seen like a devil bad. For gold and riches, Have I no appeal. Yes, my love for those Him-Loving Eyes- Ah! This I wish not to conceal. For hours and hours I was in tears... Looking for one among my folks A caring heart that my sorrow hears. A voice then came from my ego-mending mentor Much relief did it for me render- 'Cry, cry Jaihoon Cry, cry my little one... Your Lord is indeed seeing you cry! He is not deaf or blind Towards every slave Is He unbelievably kind. With the warmth of every tear That like blood flows is He familiar 'Cry, cry and cry And let your eyes be never dry. First melt heart your own With the fruits of what I've sown The remedy for rest From Him will be shown. - Jaihoon http://jaihoon.com/egoptics/cry.htm |
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jannah |
01/08/04 at 08:51:52 |
[quote author=.Jaihoon. link=board=bookstore;num=1072336381;start=20#21 date=01/07/04 at 23:53:07] Cry, cry, cry... *********** 'Cry, cry and cry Ah! your Lord is indeed seeing you cry!' So many roses are coming in praise, A single thorn is making my pain rise. Everywhere around is the sound of fame, From a silent corner is daunt of shame What is there in my power? That I can change- The color of this aversive flower. Everywhere in the garden, Is the talk of this Nightingale. But this Rose still does contain, Me among the dwellers of hell. My world is full of joy Yet I don't know why I cry No matter what I try My eyes are not getting dry. My heart was shattered In pieces was it scattered When with the Shining Sword Was I badly battered. What is the worth of all the success I have had When in those Fearful Eyes I am seen like a devil bad. For gold and riches, Have I no appeal. Yes, my love for those Him-Loving Eyes- Ah! This I wish not to conceal. For hours and hours I was in tears... Looking for one among my folks A caring heart that my sorrow hears. A voice then came from my ego-mending mentor Much relief did it for me render- 'Cry, cry Jaihoon Cry, cry my little one... Your Lord is indeed seeing you cry! He is not deaf or blind Towards every slave Is He unbelievably kind. With the warmth of every tear That like blood flows is He familiar 'Cry, cry and cry And let your eyes be never dry. First melt heart your own With the fruits of what I've sown The remedy for rest From Him will be shown. - Jaihoon http://jaihoon.com/egoptics/cry.htm[/quote] The body a tree, God a wind. When God moves me like this, like this, Angels bump heads with each other Gathering beneath my cheeks, Holding their wine barrels To catch the brilliant tear, Pearl, Rain. -- Hafiz |
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jaihoon |
01/08/04 at 17:19:17 |
The angels belittled me: 'Oh a man he is !' ************************ http://jaihoon.com/egoptics/man.htm The Mercy of Most Merciful crowned him He asked for a few pieces of gold, A handful of wealth was blessed upon him. Always failing in His duty Oh. A man he is! Never losing hope in His Mercy Oh. A man he is! He boasted of the Lord's mercy on him, Many were the favors given to him. He moved his limbs to the rhythm of Lord, His face shone in glorifying His Lord. Everyone wondered what had happened to him None realized what had come upon him. He conversed with Lord in the late hours Subhanallah! Al hamdu lillah! His prayers were diverse! Always failing in His duty Oh. A man he is! Never losing hope in His Mercy Oh. A man he is! But alas! His crown is no more, His pride is no more, His joyful tears are no more. He has become a shame for his own conscience He has masked his pain with silence He began to drown without hope None helped him with a rope! Always failing in His duty Oh. A man he is! We worship the Lord day and night, We're made from the purest of light Was it for his race that we prostrated? For the numerous sins they committed? Always failing in His duty Oh. A man he is! Never losing hope in His Mercy Oh. A man he is! He continues to place his face on the ground, He maintains that Lord's gift will again descend. We, the creatures of light, are not devoid of understanding But with us is not the piece of flesh inspiring! The piece of flesh is his SECRET, Everything we have but his HEART. The love of Lord's Beloved is his confidence Upon the Beloved, he sends blessings even in silence The heavens and stars saw him dancing him with joy, But only the Lord remained to see him cry! Always failing in His duty Oh. A man he is! Never losing hope in His Mercy Oh. A man he is! - Jaihoon This poem was inspired by an essay of Allama Iqbal entitled "The Human Ego- His freedom and immortality". Note: Angels asked God why he was going to create a race that would cause bloodshed on earth to which they God replied that 'He knew what they did not'. After creation of man, the angels were asked to prostrate before Adam. The Holy Quran says: Behold they Lord said tot angels; "I will create a vicegerent on earth." They said: "Wilt thou place therein one who will make mischief therein and shed blood?" whilst we do celebrate Thy praises and glorify Thy Holy (name)?" He said, "I know what you know not". And He taught Adam the names of all things; then He placed them before the angels, and said: "Tell Me the names of these if you are right." They said "Glory to Thee: of knowledge we have non; save what Thou hast taught us; in truth it is Thou who art perfect in knowledge and wisdom." He said: "O Adam! Tell them their names." When he had told them their names, Allah said: "Did I not tell you that I know the secrets of heaven and earth and I know what ye reveal and what ye conceal?" And behold, We said to the angels "Bow down to Adam" and they bowed down: Not so Iblis: he refused and was haughty: He was of those who reject faith. (Holy Quran 2:30,31,32,33,34) |
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tahirah |
01/22/04 at 17:14:38 |
cold is my heart without the fire of fear my eyes dry, lacking the somber reflection of my own sins My nights pass with unconsciousness of my own heedlessness I long for the Companionship that only One can Fulfill To Fill my heart with love and fear To Fill my eyes with streams of tears To Fill my nights, seeking the One Who is NEAR |
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Halima |
01/23/04 at 07:07:49 |
Apology The heaven poured out righteous indignation, by befalling snow the whole night. Oh yes, I remember her complaint yesterday. It then must be her tears that had turned into the land-cracking icy snow. Oh dear, this makes me all the more sorrowful and anxious. - Rumin Zhang Copyright ©2004 Rumin Zhang |
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Halima |
01/23/04 at 07:10:34 |
Dying for Her Words All in vain, I am complaining. The snowy winter has gone. The spring is back. Yet, no message from her for a long while. Perhaps, I did not dream a sweet dream last night. The setting sun promises me to hope for tomorrow. I am yearning to get words from her. I cannot help but thinking of her, putting down my book, once every page and in a short while. - Rumin Zhang Copyright ©2004 Rumin Zhang |
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Halima |
01/23/04 at 07:14:13 |
Sweet Dream Once an early riser popping from under quilt, lest I might be late after the daybreak. Now a pillow-clinging sleepy head fearing interruption of my sweet dreams. I dreamed of her reading by my side, kissing me affectionately in joyful abandonment, to reward me for witty untangling of a puzzle. She poured through my attentive ears her heart's desire and wishes on how to manage a family well, in and out, hoping for an all-round success in career, children, and love well before the hairs turn silver gray. - Rumin Zhang Copyright ©2004 Rumin Zhang |
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