Body of earth, don’t talk of earth
Tell the story of pure mirrors
The Creator has given you this splendor–
Why talk of anything else?
I close my eyes~only for a moment and the moments gone~All my dreams pass before my eyes in curiosity~Same old song~Just a drop of water in and endless sea~All we do crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see~Dust in the wind~Don’t hang on~Nothing last’s forever but the earth and sky~It slips away and all your money wont another minute bye~Dust in the wind~All we are is dust in the wind.
My love, you are closer to me than myself,
you shine through my eyes.
Your light is brighter than the Moon.
Step into the garden
so all the flowers, even the tall poplar
can kneel before your beauty.
Let your voice silence the lily
famous for its hundred tongues.
When you want to be kind you are
softer than the soul but when you withdraw
you can be so cold and harsh.
Dear one, you can be wild and rebellious but
when you meet him face to face
his charm will make you docile like the earth.
Throw away your shield and bare your chest
there is no stronger protection than him.
That’s why when the dervish withdraws
from the world he covers all the cracks in the wall,
so the outside light cannot come though.
He knows that only the inner light
illuminates his world.
Love’s way is humility and intoxication,
The torrent floods down. How can it run up?
You’ll be a cabuchon in the ring of lovers,
If you’re a red ruby’s slave, dear friend ;
Even as Earth is a serf of the sapphire sky
And your monkey body’s a slave to your spirit.
What did Earth ever lose by this relationship ?
What mercy has the Self showed to weary limbs ?
One shouldn’t beat the snare drum of awakening
Beneath a cosy sofa’s, comfy counterpane.
Hoist, like a hero, your flag in the desert.
Listen with your soul’s ear to the song,
In that hollow of the vast turquoise dome,
Rising from the lover’s passionate moan .
When your tight gown-strings are loosened
By the tipsy inebriation of perfect love,
The victorious heavens shout, triumphantly !
And the constellations gaze down ashamed.
This world is in deep trouble, from top to bottom,
But it can be swiftly healed by the balm of love .
Make yourself free from self and one stroke! Like a sword be without trace of soft iron; Like a steel mirror, scour off all rust with contrition.
Every morning, play your organon, like this!
Yes, my beauty! like this, like this!
Leave your harp next to Venus, O my moon!
enter, stamping your feet joyfully, like this!
When the crowd asks for fragrant musk;
Untie your hair [in a dance], like this.
If the firmament turns against your will, for one instance;
It is the day of assembly, O love hold my hand!
And guide me to the royal celebration, like this.
sakut-e-sham-e-Khizan hai qarib a jao
bara udas saman hai qarib a jao
na tum ko Khud pe bharosa na ham ko zom-e-vafa
na aitabar-e-jahan hai qarib a jao
rah-e-talab main kisi ko dhyan nahin
hujum-e-hamsafaran hai qarib a jao
jo dasht-e-ishq main bichren vo umr bhar na mile
yahan yahan dhuan hi dhuan hai qarib a jao
ye andhian hain to shahar-e-vafa ki Khair nahin
zamana khakfashan hai qarib a jao
faqih-e-shahar ki majalis nahin k dur raho
ye bazm-e-pir-e-magan hai qarib a jao
‘Faraz’ dur k suraj garub samajhe gaye
ye daur-e-kamnazara hai qarib a jao