The Saving Light
When doubts beset me and life seemed grey,
When confusion appeared to reign and chaos seemed near,
When fear confounded me and it seemed vain to pray,
When inspiration failed me and oblivion's threat did appear,
Then this thought of thine, O Sharib, on the tablet of life I read;
"Seek, seek, and ye shall find" it ran!
Then, O Khawaja, to thy grace my thought fled,
And from thence descended an answering gift to this son of man,
"You will find in the Sun of Tabriz the help you need",
This was its upshot and gist,
And in the call of the broken reed,
I found what I had missed.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
Spring
The hoary frosts of winter have nourished in truth,
The downy-fresh blossoms of spring's eternal youth.
Eager for knowledge of sunshine's promised wealth,
Their innocent blushes quicken to rose-tinted hue,
The late snow's veil of white-laced misty blue.
And in the garden of his long labour's fruits,
Past seasons' lingering pains, held in buried roots,
Melt in anticipation of the pressing suits
Of balmy breezes - breathing news of summer's fine bouqet,
Love's wine, matured and served in patient Sharib's perfect way.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
With Thy Love
By Thy signs inform me,
With Thy arms enfold me,
To Thy breast hold me,
With Thy love destroy me.
By Thy hand take me,
With Thy fragrance drown me,
By Thy look absorb me,
With Thy love destroy me.
By Thy Grace enchant me,
With Thy thought control me,
By Thy lip imbibe me,
With Thy love destroy me.
By Thy beauty excite me,
With Thy presence pervade me,
By Thy union calm me,
With Thy love destroy me.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
To You
O beloved! I look into your eyes, love's Kaaba, and cease to exist,
As if I have dived into the blackness of those pupils and lost my self
In the sea of certainty, till I reach the very core where subsist
The irreducible essences of uniqueness within unicity itself.
And emerging from that 'reality within a seeming dream',
I begin to catch the hidden signs and messages of your face,
At times gentle glances belie harsh words - the lips stern theme;
Or, if by some careless motion on my part, I betray your grace,
The raised eyebrow or slightest creasing of your perfect brow,
Augers a return of the dread veil, and an army releases, to drag me,
Screaming, from your dear presence - confining me to what I know now,
To be the prison, whose walls it appears others can or will not see.
Then when it seems there is no choice, except to endure the unendurable,
By what effortless generosity, beloved, you gently sweep aside concealment,
and, rightly chastised, draw me in again, to the charms memorable,
Of your favouring look, perfectly knowing, so guileless and so innocent.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
The Wedding Night
Entering the bridal chamber, the groom, trying to cover with gentle words,
Insinuating looks and quiet compliments, the hearts pounding pace,
Gently approached her.
Covering his lips with her finger the bride threw aside the veil - without words,
And guided a trembling hand to her breast, pulled him to her tight embrace,
And ravished him all.
Through the window the moon's unblinking gaze cast shadows on the wall,
Whilst below the balcony, musicians played and sang many a ribald song.
The dancers danced, and to the bride and groom the people drank their fill
Deep and long.
Deep and long.
In the morning, was it the warmth of the sun, they had to wonder,
That melted the icicles, whose steady drip woke them from their short slumber?
Was it the warm breeze from the west with its promise of spring,
That to the faces a smile, and to the lips of the people good words did bring?
Or was it some good news of the state, some epistle of freedom,
That put a song in their hearts as they went to the tasks of the kingdom?
Or was it love?
It was Love - and it never dies.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
The Garden (in the manner of a rubaie)
Your dew-bejewelled finery, the early morning light displays;
Absorbing the sun's glare, over you noon a radiant drape lays;
Only at the time of evening's calm, in your true colours you appear,
And in the dark of night? Your beauty only in the heart's eye stays.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
When doubts beset me and life seemed grey,
When confusion appeared to reign and chaos seemed near,
When fear confounded me and it seemed vain to pray,
When inspiration failed me and oblivion's threat did appear,
Then this thought of thine, O Sharib, on the tablet of life I read;
"Seek, seek, and ye shall find" it ran!
Then, O Khawaja, to thy grace my thought fled,
And from thence descended an answering gift to this son of man,
"You will find in the Sun of Tabriz the help you need",
This was its upshot and gist,
And in the call of the broken reed,
I found what I had missed.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
Spring
The hoary frosts of winter have nourished in truth,
The downy-fresh blossoms of spring's eternal youth.
Eager for knowledge of sunshine's promised wealth,
Their innocent blushes quicken to rose-tinted hue,
The late snow's veil of white-laced misty blue.
And in the garden of his long labour's fruits,
Past seasons' lingering pains, held in buried roots,
Melt in anticipation of the pressing suits
Of balmy breezes - breathing news of summer's fine bouqet,
Love's wine, matured and served in patient Sharib's perfect way.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
With Thy Love
By Thy signs inform me,
With Thy arms enfold me,
To Thy breast hold me,
With Thy love destroy me.
By Thy hand take me,
With Thy fragrance drown me,
By Thy look absorb me,
With Thy love destroy me.
By Thy Grace enchant me,
With Thy thought control me,
By Thy lip imbibe me,
With Thy love destroy me.
By Thy beauty excite me,
With Thy presence pervade me,
By Thy union calm me,
With Thy love destroy me.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
To You
O beloved! I look into your eyes, love's Kaaba, and cease to exist,
As if I have dived into the blackness of those pupils and lost my self
In the sea of certainty, till I reach the very core where subsist
The irreducible essences of uniqueness within unicity itself.
And emerging from that 'reality within a seeming dream',
I begin to catch the hidden signs and messages of your face,
At times gentle glances belie harsh words - the lips stern theme;
Or, if by some careless motion on my part, I betray your grace,
The raised eyebrow or slightest creasing of your perfect brow,
Augers a return of the dread veil, and an army releases, to drag me,
Screaming, from your dear presence - confining me to what I know now,
To be the prison, whose walls it appears others can or will not see.
Then when it seems there is no choice, except to endure the unendurable,
By what effortless generosity, beloved, you gently sweep aside concealment,
and, rightly chastised, draw me in again, to the charms memorable,
Of your favouring look, perfectly knowing, so guileless and so innocent.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
The Wedding Night
Entering the bridal chamber, the groom, trying to cover with gentle words,
Insinuating looks and quiet compliments, the hearts pounding pace,
Gently approached her.
Covering his lips with her finger the bride threw aside the veil - without words,
And guided a trembling hand to her breast, pulled him to her tight embrace,
And ravished him all.
Through the window the moon's unblinking gaze cast shadows on the wall,
Whilst below the balcony, musicians played and sang many a ribald song.
The dancers danced, and to the bride and groom the people drank their fill
Deep and long.
Deep and long.
In the morning, was it the warmth of the sun, they had to wonder,
That melted the icicles, whose steady drip woke them from their short slumber?
Was it the warm breeze from the west with its promise of spring,
That to the faces a smile, and to the lips of the people good words did bring?
Or was it some good news of the state, some epistle of freedom,
That put a song in their hearts as they went to the tasks of the kingdom?
Or was it love?
It was Love - and it never dies.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
The Garden (in the manner of a rubaie)
Your dew-bejewelled finery, the early morning light displays;
Absorbing the sun's glare, over you noon a radiant drape lays;
Only at the time of evening's calm, in your true colours you appear,
And in the dark of night? Your beauty only in the heart's eye stays.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
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Poet's Corner Section Four Miscellaneous verses by Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri |
Bismillah ar Rehman ir Rahim
There is a Place
(On the occasion of the ‘Urs of Khawaja Moinuddin Hasan Chishti [ra] June 09)
this is a song intended to be sung with a bouncy tune
There is a place in the country of your heart,
O YES there is, O YES there is.
They say the Sun shines there everyday,
O YES it does, O YES it does,
Find that place, it certainly is there,
O YES it is, O YES it is.
And go to live there permanently,
O YES do, O YES do.
The post code is PJLE 01,
O YES 01, O YES 01,.
That’s P for purity and J for joy,
O YES it is, O YES it is.
Thats L for love, and E for Ecstacy,
O YES it is, O YES it is.
The Owner is the most generous Friend,
O YES He is. O YES He is.
So please don't wait you can buy it now dirt cheap,
O YES its a snip, O YES its a snip,.
And all it will cost you your life,
O YES it will, O YES it will,
It is in the town of the broken hearted,
O YES it is, O YES it is.
Just beyond Bewilderment Avenue,
O YES it is, O YES it is.
If you can't find the way what will you do,
O what to do, O what to do.
Find a local man to guide you through,
O yes do, O yes do,
Or you can ask the local policeman, if he is not drunk,
I bet he is, I bet he is,
Or ask the postman, it is certainly in his book,
O YESit is, O YES it is.
The agents have the key waiting for you
O yes they do, O yes they do.
Patience and Company is their name,
O YES it is, O YES it is.
Once you have settled-in send out invites
O YES do, its expected of you..
And here’s some Zahuri wine for the journey,
O here it is, O here it is,
And here's a a bone for the doggy too,
O YES its here, O YES its here.
And here's a a bone for the doggy too,
O YES its here, O YES its here.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
There is a Place
(On the occasion of the ‘Urs of Khawaja Moinuddin Hasan Chishti [ra] June 09)
this is a song intended to be sung with a bouncy tune
There is a place in the country of your heart,
O YES there is, O YES there is.
They say the Sun shines there everyday,
O YES it does, O YES it does,
Find that place, it certainly is there,
O YES it is, O YES it is.
And go to live there permanently,
O YES do, O YES do.
The post code is PJLE 01,
O YES 01, O YES 01,.
That’s P for purity and J for joy,
O YES it is, O YES it is.
Thats L for love, and E for Ecstacy,
O YES it is, O YES it is.
The Owner is the most generous Friend,
O YES He is. O YES He is.
So please don't wait you can buy it now dirt cheap,
O YES its a snip, O YES its a snip,.
And all it will cost you your life,
O YES it will, O YES it will,
It is in the town of the broken hearted,
O YES it is, O YES it is.
Just beyond Bewilderment Avenue,
O YES it is, O YES it is.
If you can't find the way what will you do,
O what to do, O what to do.
Find a local man to guide you through,
O yes do, O yes do,
Or you can ask the local policeman, if he is not drunk,
I bet he is, I bet he is,
Or ask the postman, it is certainly in his book,
O YESit is, O YES it is.
The agents have the key waiting for you
O yes they do, O yes they do.
Patience and Company is their name,
O YES it is, O YES it is.
Once you have settled-in send out invites
O YES do, its expected of you..
And here’s some Zahuri wine for the journey,
O here it is, O here it is,
And here's a a bone for the doggy too,
O YES its here, O YES its here.
And here's a a bone for the doggy too,
O YES its here, O YES its here.
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
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