Through Streams of Red Mud
You have killed me, now you are asking the way here through streams of red mud
You brought Bashir to the gallows and cut his head off, staining the dust with blood
I have trained my eyes not to wander gazing at the candle flame of my heart
Trampling carelessly on dragons and demons as strokes of fine grade art
Watching stars borrow their shine through a loan from the sparkle bank in your eyes
Your heart’s essence - jewels of heaven from our Lord all the wise
A Phoenix perched on the window singing serenity’s sun rise
“Bashir is one of God’s lights by which one becomes aware
Indeed he is a sharp blade among God’s unsheathed swords”
I tell a love story in which the season has many a tale
Spring came jubilant with sweet colours and smells
Beholding each others soul in flowered earthly shells
With a hundred thousand joys and amazing decorations
No one can surmise what fate had written for these two
What destiny would do with them, what pretexts it had for their actions
God had already involved himself with their affairs
And written each one of their deeds - one after the other
Born into every atom existing in the universe, He calls forward and backward aspects of our disparate experiences together - whole. Making one out of two and healing the wounds incurred of human nature. When we realize the pairing of our soul as a whole individual to create together, whatever our orientation, with another, something beyond wonderful happens. Two are struck and engulfed by senses of love, those of belonging and being with and through/in another, and via the depths of desire and hopelessness, none can separate them, irrespective of the distance, not even for a moment. We are told that Prophet Muhammad PBUH said: “Spirits are regimented battalions: those which know one another associate familiarly together, while those who do not know one another remain at variance.” Plato and his teacher Aristotle , as well as others agreed that Love is a congruence of natural dispositions, a similarity and kinship of affections, the craving of every soul for it’s similar and kindred partner in their original state , which was in the supernal universe before their descent to existence in animal bodies.
- Vis and Rāmin
A beautiful bedouin response fo love I heard from a Saudi friend: “It is too sublime to be seen and it is hidden from the eyes of mortals, for it is concealed in the breast like the latent fire in a flint, which upon being struck produces fire. Ishq is a king of madness which brought humanity to finally appreciate the constellations.”
Whatever the case, whomever we ask, the more we realize about love, the more we have to learn, however much we tell about it, the more we must remain silent, for all the words and phraseologies can never do it justice, and doing an injustice is akin to sin. Maybe I should have sown up my mouth a long time ago, alas, taqdeer is haqq. One day the dirt of the grave will taste all our tongues. May Allah forgive us, Ameen.
It’s from الله
