Friday, February 28, 2025

No one reaches Him on their own

 
بِسْمِ اللّهِ الرَّحْمـَنِ الرَّحِيمِ
 
 
 
Mulla Muhammad Shirin Maghribi Tabrizi, known as Shirin or Mulla Muhammad Shirin, and famously referred to as Shams Maghribi (749–809 AH), was a Persian Sufi and poet from the second half of the 8th century AH. The year and place of his death are recorded as either 809 or 810 AH in Surkhab, Tabriz. He was buried in the Hazira of Baba Farid.

Some attribute his title "Maghribi" to his journey to the Maghreb and receiving a Sufi cloak from one of the disciples of Ibn Arabi.

Maghribi followed the Sufi path under Isma'il Sisi, who was a companion of Nur al-Din Abd al-Rahman Isfarayini and an associate of Kamal al-Din Khujandi.

In addition to Persian poetry, some of his works have been found in Arabic and the Pahlavi-Azeri language.

Maghribi’s divan consists of 3,000 verses, including ghazals, tarji‘-bands, and rubaiyat, with most of his poetry focusing on mystical themes, particularly the concept of wahdat al-wujud (oneness of being), the importance of spiritual journeying (suluk), divine proximity, and the mystical states of the seeker.

Besides his Persian divan, he authored works in Arabic and Pahlavi-Azeri. His known writings include:

Asrar al-Fatiha
Risala-yi Jam-i Jahan-Numa (a commentary on Ibn Arabi’s views)
A selection from the commentary on Ibn al-Farid’s Ta’iyyah qasida
Durr al-Farid fi Ma‘rifat al-Tawhid (in Persian, on the unity of God, His attributes, and actions)
Nuzhat al-Sasaniyya
Nasihat Nama
Ira'at al-Daqa'iq fi Sharh Mir'at al-Haqa'iq
His Persian Divan has been compiled and made available with the efforts of several contributors at Ganjur.


هیچکسی به خویشتن ره نبرد به سوی او
بلکه به پای او رود هر که رود به کوی او

 

No one reaches Him on their own,
Rather, whoever goes to His abode does so by His guidance.


پرتو مهر روی او تا نشود دلیل جان
جان نکند عزیمت دیدن مهر روی او

 

Until the light of His radiant face becomes the guide for the soul,
The soul will not embark on the journey to witness the sun of His face.


دل کششی نمیکند هیچ مرا به سوی او
تا کششی نمی‌رود سوی دلم ز سوی او

 

My heart does not pull me toward Him at all,
Unless a pull comes from Him toward my heart.



تا که شنیده‌ام که او دارد آرزوی من
می‌نرود ز خاطرم یک نفس آرزوی او

 

Ever since I heard that He longs for me,
Not for a single breath has my longing for Him left my heart.



چون ز‌ زبان ماست او هر نفسی به گفتگو
پس همه گفتگوی ما باشد گفتگوی او
 

 

Since every breath of ours speaks through His tongue,
Then all our conversations are, in fact, His conversation.


هست همه‌ دل جهان در سر زلف او نهان
هر که دلی طلب کند گو بطلب ز موی
 

Until someone seeks Him by His own will,
No one ever truly becomes His seeker.
All of our seeking is, in reality, His seeking of us.

بس که نشسته روبرو با دل خوپذیر من
دل بگرفت جملگی عادت و خلق و خوی
 

The hearts of the whole world are hidden in the locks of His hair,
Whoever seeks a heart, let them search in His tresses.

بس که نشسته روبرو با دل خوپذیر من
دل بگرفت جملگی عادت و خلق و خوی او
 

Because He has sat face to face with my receptive heart for so long,
My heart has entirely taken on His habits and character.

قدر نبات یافت آب از اثر مصاحبت
گِل چو شود قرین گُل گیرد رنگ و بوی
 

 Water gains the value of nectar through its companionship with it,
Just as clay, when near a rose, takes on its color and fragrance.

مست و خراب او منم جام شراب او منم
نیست به غیر من کسی میکده و سبوی او
 

I am intoxicated and lost in Him, I am His cup of wine,
There is none but me in His tavern and goblet.



می ز سبوی او طلب آب ز جوی او طلب
بحر شود اگر کسی آب خورد ز جوی او
 

Seek wine from His goblet, seek water from His stream,
Whoever drinks from His stream will become an ocean.


مغربی از شراب او گشت چنانکه هر سحر
تا به فلک همی‌رسد نعره و های و هوی او
 

Maghrebi, from His wine, has become such that every dawn,
His cries and wails reach the heavens.



Sunday, November 15, 2020

All that I have brought

 

بِسْمِ اللّهِ الرَّحْمـَنِ الرَّحِيمِ

Nūr ad-Dīn 'Abd ar-Rahmān Jāmī, one of the most prolific writers, scholars and poets of Islam is known for several odes to the Prophetﷺ . This particularly moving ode, titled,  (صد سلامت می فرستم هر دم ای فخر کرام), Oh glorious one ﷺ, I extend hundred greetings to you with every breath of mine, is often recited in prayer assemblies of pious people, especially in my homeland Kashmir.


 

یا شَفیعَ الْمُذْنِبین بار گناه آورده ام
بر درت این بار با پشت دو تا
ه آورده ام
 
 چشمِ رحمت برگُشا، موی سفیدِ من نِگر
گرچه از شرمندگی روی سیاه آورده ام
 
آن نمی گویم که بودم سال ها در راهِ تو
هستم آن گُمره که اکنون رو به راه آورده ام
 
عجز و بی خویشی و
درویشی و دلریشی و درد
این همه بر دعوی عشقت، گواه آورده ام
 
دیو رَهْزن در کمین، نفس و هوا اعدای دین
زین همه با سایه لُطفت پناه آورده ام

گر چه روی معذرت نگذاشت گستاخی مرا
کرده گستاخی زبان عُذرخواه آورده ام

بسته ام بر یکدیگر نخلی ز خارستان طبع
سوی فردوسِ برین مُشتی گیاه آورده ام
     
  
Oh intercessor of sinners, I come bearing a load of sins
To your door,  I am stooping with this burden I am carrying
 
With your merciful gaze, glance at my white hair
Despite, shamefully, I have brought a blackened face

I don’t mean to say to have been on your path for years
I am that astray person who just turned back towards the right path
 
Inability, kindredless-ness, heartbreak, being a dervish and pain
I declare my love for you, bringing these witnesses
 
The deceiving demons lying in ambush, ego and desire - enemies of faith
I seek refuge from them all, under your beneficent shadow
 
Although my impudence left no room for excuses
Having been impudent, I come with an apologetic tongue 
 
I have tied together a few stalks of palms from my nature
To the green paradise I just have brought these handful of plants
 

This is a simple recitation for your benefit:










Sunday, March 29, 2020

Bani Adam

بِسْمِ اللّهِ الرَّحْمـَنِ الرَّحِيمِ


Muslih al-Dīn bin Abdallāh Shīrāzī better known as Saadi Shīrāzī (1210–1292),  in one of the poems from his collection the Rose Garden or Gulistan,  tried to remind us on what it means to be human. This particular section of the poem became rather popular recently and is known as Bani Adam:
بَنِی آدَم اَعْضَایِ یَک‌دِیگَرَنْد
کِه دَر آفَرِینِش زِ یَکْ گَوْهَرَنْد

چُو عُضْوِی بِه دَرْد آوَرَد رُوزْگَار
دِگَر عُضْوْهَا رَا نَمَانَد قَرَار

تُو کَز مِحْنَتِ دِیگَرَان بِی‌غَمِی
نَشَایَد کِه نَامَت نَهَنْد آدَمِی

The translation with my limited abilities is as follows:
بَنِی آدَم اَعْضَایِ یَک‌دِیگَرَنْد
کِه دَر آفَرِینِش زِ یَکْ گَوْهَرَنْد  
The children of Adam are limbs of one another,
for in creation they are of one essence.
چُو عُضْوِی بِه دَرْد آوَرَد رُوزْگَار
دِگَر عُضْوْهَا رَا نَمَانَد قَرَار
When time brings pain to one limb,
the other limbs cannot remain at rest.

تُو کَز مِحْنَتِ دِیگَرَان بِی‌غَمِی
نَشَایَد کِه نَامَت نَهَنْد آدَمِی
You who feel no grief at the suffering of others
are not fit to be called human.



You can here it's plain recitation here:








Wednesday, March 25, 2020

God is sufficient

بِسْمِ اللّهِ الرَّحْمـَنِ الرَّحِيمِ


Al-Shafi‘i (767–820),  in one of his poems, gives us an apt reminder considering the state of panic outbreak:

يا صاحبَ الهمِّ إنَّ الهمَّ مُنْفَرِجٌ

أَبْشِرْ بخيرٍ فإنَّ الفارجَ اللهُ

اليأسُ يَقْطَعُ أحيانًا بصاحِبِهِ

لا تَيْائَسَانَّ فإنَّ الكافيَ اللهُ

اللهُ يُحْدِثُ بعدَ العُسرِ مَيْسَرَةً

لا تَجْزَعَنَّ فإنَّ الصانعَ اللهُ

فإذا بُلِيتَ فثِقْ باللهِ، وارْضَ بهِ

إنَّ الذي يَكْشِفُ البَلْوَى هو اللهُ

واللهِ مَا لَكَ غيرُ اللهِ مِن أحدٍ

فحَسْبُك اللهُ في كلٍّ لكَ اللهُ


The translation with my limited abilities is as follows:

يا صاحبَ الهمِّ إنَّ الهمَّ مُنْفَرِجٌ
أَبْشِرْ بخيرٍ فإنَّ الفارجَ اللهُ
O anxious one, relief is forthcoming
Give glad tidings of good,  For the Capable Reliever is God


اليأسُ يَقْطَعُ أحيانًا بصاحِبِهِ
لا تَيْائَسَانَّ فإنَّ الكافيَ اللهُ
Despair can sometimes make one forlorn
Do not despair as God is the Sufficient


اللهُ يُحْدِثُ بعدَ العُسرِ مَيْسَرَةً
لا تَجْزَعَنَّ فإنَّ الصانعَ اللهُ
God forges ease with every hardship
Do not be perturbed, as the Designer is God


فإذا بُلِيتَ فثِقْ باللهِ، وارْضَ بهِ
إنَّ الذي يَكْشِفُ البَلْوَى هو اللهُ
If you are tested then place your trust in God and depend on him wholeheartedly
Indeed the One who Removes the tribulations is God


واللهِ مَا لَكَ غيرُ اللهِ مِن أحدٍ
فحَسْبُك اللهُ في كلٍّ لكَ اللهُ
By God, there is no one for you save Him
Take God as Sufficient for you, He truly is on your side

There is an excellent recital here:




Sunday, March 22, 2020

Who will be there for me?



بِسْمِ اللّهِ الرَّحْمـَنِ الرَّحِيمِ

Mansour Al-Hallaj reportedly wrote this very moving ode to his Beloved
 

إِذا هَجَرتَ فَمَن لي
وَمَن يُجَمِّلُ كُلّي  
وَمَن لِروحي وَراحي
يا أَكثَري وَأَقَلّي
أَحَبَّكَ البَعضُ مِنّي
فقَد ذَهَبتَ بِكُلّي
يا كُلَّ كُلّي فَكُنْ لي
إِنْ لَم تَكُن لي فَمَن لي  
يا كُلَّ كُلّي وَأَهلي
عِندَ اِنقِطاعي وَذُلّي
ما لي سِوى الروحِ خُذها
وَالروحُ جُهدُ المُقِلِّ





If You renounce me, then who will be there for me
Who will embellish all of me
And who would be there for my soul and solace
 O (you who is) the most of me and the least of me
I loved You with only a part of me
And you left with all of my being
O all of the entirety of my being, be there for me
For if You won't be, then who else would be there for me
O all of the entirety of my being and my kin
At the time of my isolation and humiliation
I have nothing but my soul, so take it
As it is the best thing that a destitute possesses 
 

There are several compositions in audio, I have selected a couple of them here, this one without music:





And this one with singing and music:








Sunday, February 16, 2020

On sin and the decay of nations

بِسْمِ اللّهِ الرَّحْمـَنِ الرَّحِيمِ


ʿAbd Allāh ibn al-Mubārak (726-797),  a famous scholar, noting the decline of morality in the Muslim societies  lamented:

رَأَيْت الذُّنُوبَ تُمِيتُ الْقُلُوبَ
وَقَدْ يُورِثُ الذُّلَّ إدْمَانُهَا

وَتَرْكُ الذُّنُوبِ حَيَاةُ الْقُلُوبِ
وَخَيْرٌ لِنَفْسِك عِصْيَانُهَا

وهل أفسد الدين إلا الملوكُ
وأحبارُ سوء ورهبانُها

وباعوا النفوس فلم يربحوا
ولم تغل في البيع أثمانها

لقد وقع القوم في جيفةٍ
يبين لذي اللب إنتانها




The translation with my limited abilities is as follows:

رَأَيْت الذُّنُوبَ تُمِيتُ الْقُلُوبَ
وَقَدْ يُورِثُ الذُّلَّ إدْمَانُهَا
I saw that sins do away with the hearts
And only disgrace is bequeathed by addiction to sin


وَتَرْكُ الذُّنُوبِ حَيَاةُ الْقُلُوبِ
وَخَيْرٌ لِنَفْسِك عِصْيَانُهَا
And abandoning sins is what brings the hearts to life
And it is better for your soul (
نَفْسِ)  that you disobey it( do not give in to its desires )

وهل أفسد الدين إلا الملوكُ
وأحبارُ سوء ورهبانُها
And has religion been corrupted other than by the Kings
And evil scholars and its own monks?


وباعوا النفوس فلم يربحوا
ولم تغل في البيع أثمانها
They sold their souls, but gained no profit
The transaction fetched them but a measly sum


لقد وقع القوم في جيفةٍ
يبين لذي اللب إنتانها

People have fallen into rot and decay,
Its foul smell clear to one with discerning intellect.

You can listen to the recitation here:






Thursday, January 16, 2020

Do not lose yourself

بِسْمِ اللّهِ الرَّحْمـَنِ الرَّحِيمِ


Shahāb ad-Dīn" Yahya ibn Habash Suhrawardī  (1154-1191), the Shaikh al-Maqtul(Executed Master), warned us of the dangers of getting lost:

هان تا سر رشته خود گُم نکنی
خود را ز برای نیک و بد گم نکنی
رهرو تویی و راه تویی؛ منزل تو
هشدار که راه خود به خود گم نکنی

The translation with my limited abilities is as follows:

هان تا سر رشته خود گُم نکنی
Take care not to lose control of your self

خود را ز برای نیک و بد گم نکنی
Lest you lose yourself in the pursuit of "Good and Evil"

رهرو تویی و راه تویی؛ منزل تو
You are the traveler, and are also the road, and the destination is you as well

هشدار که راه خود به خود گم نکنی
Beware that you do not lose your way to yourself


There is also an alternate version for the first line:

هان تا سر رشته خِرَد گُم نکنی
Behold ! Never lose the "threads of wisdom"