The one who says I am dervish, I want to look at
His sound as I was running, I want to reach at
Heaven's bridge is thinner than hair, sharper than blade
Going there above it, houses I want to make
Under it there is hell, inside of it there is pure fire
Arriving there at that shadow, for a while I want to rest
As I said shadow do not blame me dear imam
May you be pleasant, for a while I want to toast
I burn as much as my sins then clean at the water of mercy
Wearing on two wings, for a while I want to soar
After that seeing houri, heaven I want to arrive
Houri and Gilman, one by one whom i want to give a hug
Dervish Jonah do not tell these words twisted
One called Mullah Kasim comes to you and questions
Written By Yunus Emre (Dervish Jonah)
Translation Onur Ünlü
They begin to turn
Slowly unravelling
Arms unfurling,
then skirts,
Spreading outwards
Lifting upwards
Softly stepping
Grounding down
Their feet repeat
the pattern
On the earth
One around the other
Whirling round
Their circular orbit
Expanding out
ascending through
Sama and devotion
Ecstasy and love
The bedlam lifts if only for a while;
a brief but needed calm falls on the house
when she departs for school aboard the bus.
Though trying hard to suppress overt smiles,
I grin in the direction of my spouse,
for any more would be superfluous.
But storms can interrupt our best laid plans
and so it seems our calm was but an eye;
no sooner had we contemplated peace,
than fires gave way to cast iron frying pans:
a chance that funnel clouds could fill the sky
and pressures here at home might soon increase.
Who is this damned administrative fool
who brought it on himself to close the school?
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A Brisbane Sonnet: abcabc defdef gg
dancing
prancing
twirling
whirling
dervish loving lake’s mirror reflection
dancing, prancing, whirling inspection
Totem pole dervish
whirling with glee
Thrilled in color formation
spinning her enthusiasm
Over sky’s horizon
Showing off like crazy
Her diverse animal power
Red cardinal, black crow,
gray wolf, leaning with yellow eyes
smacking his lips over the smell of the
deer who knows something is amiss
staying in the meadow, watching the
whirling, as if on pause
Totem pole dervish
Living an imaginary life
in my dendrite wall
making me shake with
pure happiness and animal enthusiasm
toward my power animals who are
living my dream state in a fascinated way
(Acrostic on D-E-A-T-H )
Death never can touch his pure soul
Eternal breath he has come with here
After birth his soul crosses the Azrael
Till reaching to the goal of satisfaction
Heaven or hell is not his wishing place to live
-October 17, 2018 Chattogram
Forced me into the birdcage, nervous while plundering
The lash around my neck, result of blundering
Awakened my wrath, vigorous equally thundering
Misplaced under the tent, pretense of a dervish wondering.
Gaining, by loosing
dancing to the mystic tune
the whirling dervish
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