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
“a homogeneous mass of consciousness, God as the all there is, mind cannot name
being both immanent and transcendent, living light intimate in heart aflame”
Faceless as an abstract concept,
clairvoyant moment on the heart.
Formless as smog and smoke
you can feel Him all around you
though He isn't there....
Mind cannot shape an image
but it can converse with intimate delight.
Devotion and intercession
gatherings of adoration and worship
we draw Him in, through hymns and prayer.
Buddhist Monk * Priest
Rabbi, Imam, Pujari, Pandit !
all devotees of the One Almighty God.
Homogeneous by tapestry of life's reform,
an entity so priceless, one cannot disparage.
Imam Ali(?)–The Knowledge Gate
Mercy and kindness,You hath
Angelic, assertive and you teaches faith
Modesty and morals you always orates
Altruists and bravery you instructs your mates
Laudability and liberality you donates
Imam Ali(?)in us, Allah's love you creates.
A life of martyrs you like
.For right path, you always play with pikes
Sacrifice and tolerance,you always like.
Today is the day of your birth
Happiness and joy is on the earth.
Everywhere, everyone is in this preparation
Left to right,all are in their celebrations.
In joy of your arrival on the night of this land
Oh,Lion of Allah!Where you stand?
No one of us want this to know.
Oh,Lion of Allah!No one of us is in the martyer's row
For wealth and health, we are on coves.
Allah, bless us with the last one
Light us with the knowledge-sun.
Life like Rasull-allah(?)we want
Allah-Our creator we want
Hazrat Ali(?)-Our leader we want
"Beautiful people are not always good, but good people are always beautiful." - Imam Ali (a.s)
.................................................
Real beauty shines from the inside out;
Without goodness, beauty harbors doubt.
A kind heart helps real beauty to show,
For goodness makes its light truly glow.
Beauty alone makes none truly pretty,
Goodness, with kindness and some pity,
Blends wisdom with strength on a human face—
A blessing bestowed by special grace.
When beautiful people are also good,
Then their beauty is without falsehood.
It becomes a divine and earthly joy—
Too pure a feeling to ever cloy.
Forever who’s in my thoughts, she
Alas is indifferent to me,
And for someone else longs,
Whose heart elsewhere belongs,
And that someone in turn loves me!
Fie to such devious love indeed,
Scorn to my love’s lover,
And his love, scorn to her,
To Eros, to ways of Cupid,
And oh, shame to me so stupid.
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Translation | | love
Poet’s Note: Bhartruhari was a poet king in central India in the seventh century CE, who when disillusioned in love renounced kingdom and became an ascetic. Neeti Shatakam, a compilation of hundred verses on moral values was written by him along with Shringar Shatakam on romance, and Vairagya Shatakam on dispassion and renunciation. This verse is taken from Neeti Shatakam.
Yam chintayami satatam mayi sa virakta
Sa api anyam icchanti janam sah janah anya-saktah |
Asmat krte cha pari-shushyati kachid anya
Dhik tam cha tam cha madanam cha imam cha mam cha || 1 || Metre: Vasantatilaka
Are u hu-man? Or?
P C imam bot legese?
Woe-ad priest Par'i?
Seine fish (aroma)
2000 years, new bottles old whine!
Crawling's not flying!!
This is the news, a dream of peace,
an echo from the Middle East,
where children cannot understand,
the broken bones of broken lands,
their only hope, for war to cease.
Every imam, rabbi and priest,
can hear the loss for those deceased,
while leaders watch or wash stained hands,
this is the news.
Hope is a hostage for release,
a call for all the bombs to cease,
while children cannot understand,
the razor wire of war-torn lands,
and parents only dream of peace,
this is the news.
A Rabbi, a Minister, and an Imam changed hats....no...really .. it could happen
flap jack
make a stack
hot dogs
covered logs
bangers and mash
make a dash
beaver tails
fill your sails
sex in a pan
better than
pig in a blanket
breakfast banquet
bubble and squeak
treat your cheek
devils on horseback
artery plaque
angels on horseback
aphrodisiac
Imam fainted
heavenly sainted
Rocky Mountain (prairie) oyster
boisterous roister
shoefly pie
my oh my
stinking bishop
dish it up
HOT CHILLI.
Dear Dinta,
You're the very flames of hell,
And I am an unworthy sinner,
Your's for consumption oh chilli pepper.
Your pose is like that of a beautiful snake,
A deadly mamba on the midday sun,
I am the careless foot,
Strike a bite.
Your smile is a lure,
Like bait on a twine,
Unresisting to a fish like mine,
Dangling, calling for just a bite.
For what crime do I deserve this fire,
Is it for the flat tommy?,
The dimples at both ends?,
Or the Everest behind that never rest.
You prove false to the saying that the glory of a woman is her hair.
I will count cautious the very beads on your waist,
Like an IMAM saying prayers,
Like a devoted catholic over his rosery.
There's a hunger in here,
And the diet is but one,
Far I shall travel,
For a dish like HOT CHILLI.
It's funny, you live a life and the one who breathes that life into you, both seem too good to be true....
I was born in 1998
Fated to be the son of an Imam
The sun rose up and I guess i chose to human
Within the spiritual realm, I believe
We all had a chance to choose
The memory swiped away
I can only say
This vessel isn't pure
And the cure to my wonderous mind
Is the sight of my soul
But I guess death will only be my chance
So I got to be righteous till my last and final breath
Token of a slogan,
I wasn't made to be free
In this world you gotta pay a fee
Tests and trials, walking to the road
Full of sand gotta man up
And take this slab that I've been given
The preacher's son never held
His own,
Too many helpers, was written in stone
Don't know too much about my texts and reading them sometimes feels like
Psychological overture.
To our Christian Public:
Anglican or Catholic
But also to The Interested Muslim
Abdullah or Taslim,
Vacancies have we for A Cleaner,
Whose Sense of Hygiene is keener,
A Customer-Friendly Waiter,
Not wishing to be tipped later,
A Vibrant Security man,
Who would all entrances man,
A No-Nonsense Bartender
But can be a lot tender,
A Damned Experienced Driver
In Oceanic Traffic, A Diver!
A Flower-Treasuring Gardener
“To The Pencils A Sharpener!”
A Much-Talked-About Cook,
Whose tasty dishes have a nice look
And A Tireless Dishwasher
Who should sometimes serve as Usher …
The Interested to strictly apply in person,
Preferably as referee An Imam or Parson …
Salary “Very Tempting!”
You wouldn’t need much prompting …
There’s a hole in my soul
A rip in its fabric
It’s in dire need of repair
When in walks an imam,
Guru, priest, and rabbi
And each of them declares:
Only I have the truth!
If you want your soul mended
You must follow me
Just as God intended!
I walk away in confusion
In crushing dismay
When two young ladies' approach
And here’s what they say:
We’ll show you the path
To mending your soul—Just chant:
Nam-Yo-Ho-Ren-Ge-Kyo!
Imam Hassan.
Bruce lee.
Eva braun.
Georgi markov.
Theodore romzha.
Valterovich litvinenko.
Mahendra Tripathi.
Yogendra sony.
Steve clayton.
Mary yoder.
Stacy robinson.
Note. It is to be said that harshad mehta was Poisoned in jail.
What fame can do
Parked outside the local supermarket I saw a Rolls Royce
I straighten my shoulder and walked in with dignity.
The staff looked tense like an Imam had visited a church sermon.
Then I saw him, a tall elegant man deeply tanned, I can´t say black
anymore, but my wife comes from Kinshasa.
He walked around the shop looking at things unnerving us,
finally, he bought an apple, ate it on his way to the rolls,
Threw the apple core away entered (open-topped)
And drove away.
The staff was relieved, told me he was a famous actor,
It is not every day such an elevated personality visited our shop.
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