O Beloved of God,you are the Messenger of the Sole Creator!
You are the one chosen by the Holy Lord of Majesty (Who is) without equal.
(You are) the delight of the Lord God (and) the highest Full-Moon of created beings,
(and) you are the light of the eyes of (God’s) Messengers (and) the Lamp of our eyes.
On the night of the Ascension, (the angel) Gabriel was at (your) stirrup,
(and) you are (the one who was) standing on top of the nine blue domes (of heaven).
O Messenger of God, you know (that) your community are deprived and destitute,
(and) you are the guide of those who are vulnerable and helpless.
(You are) the cypress tree of the rose garden of prophethood (and) the spring-season of spiritual knowledge
You are the rosebush of the garden of the Religious Law, and the nightingale of the lofty (heavens)!
Shamse e Tabreez (is one) who has the praise of the Messenger in (his) heart.
O Moostafa, you are the supreme master!
Hazrat Shams Tabrez Famous Sufi Poet and Saint
Intoxicated by the Wine of Love.
From each a mystic silence Love demands.
What do all seek so earnestly? ‘Tis Love.
What do they whisper to each other? Love.
Love is the subject of their inmost thoughts.
In Love no longer ‘thou’ and ‘I’ exist,
For Self has passed away in the Beloved.
Now will I draw aside the veil from Love,
And in the temple of mine inmost soul,
Behold the Friend; Incomparable Love.
He who would know the secret of both worlds,
Will find the secret of them both, is Love.
[Shaykh Farid ad-Din Attar - translation Margaret Smith -The Jawhar Al-Dhat ]
How could I ever thank my Friend?
No thanks could ever begin to be worthy.
Every hair of my body is a gift from Him;
How could I thank Him for each hair?
Praise that lavish Lord forever
Who from nothing conjures all living beings!
Who could ever describe His goodness?
His infinite glory lays all praise waste.
Look, He has graced you a robe of splendor
>From childhood’s first cries to old age!
He made you pure in His own image; stay pure.
It is horrible to die blackened by sin.
Never let dust settle on your mirror’s shining;
Let it once grow dull and it will never polish.
When you work in the world to earn your living
Do not, for one moment, rely on your own strength.
Self-worshiper, don’t you understand anything yet?
It is God alone that gives your arms their power.
If, by your striving, you achieve something good,
Don’t claim the credit all for yourself;
It is fate that decides who wins and who loses
And all success streams only from the grace of God.
In this world you never stand by your own strength;
It is the Invisible that sustains you every moment.