(rumi rox)

O Friend! we are near you in friendship,

Wherever you set foot, we prostrate ourselves like earth.

How is it permissible, in the religion of love,

That we should see your Creation and neglect to see You?

That Friend brought me up with great care and attention;

He sewed me a garment from skin and veins.

The body is like a cloak and my heart in it like a mystic,

The world is like a monastery and He is my Guide.

Seek knowledge which unravels mysteries

Before your life comes to close

Give up that non-existence which looks like existence,

Seek that Existence which looks like non-existence!

There is a world outside Islam and Disbelief,

We are enamoured of the atmosphere therein.

The mystic lays down his head when he reaches there.

There is neither Islam nor Disbelief in this place.

Whenever I prostrate my head He is the one to whom I bow;

In six directions or outside the six, he is the one I worship.

The garden, the rose, the nightingale, music and the beauteous maiden

Are a mere excuse and He alone is the real object.




Abez is a 50% white, 50% Pakistani, and 100% Muslim. She is also chronically ill and terminally awesome. She is the ever-lovin Momma of: - Khalid, a special little boy with autism - Iman, a special little girl with especially big hair -Musfira, an especially devious baby Spoiler, Abez is also Zeba Khan on Muslimmatters.org.

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