Category: Lead Poems

Muhyiddin Ibn Arabi – My Heart Has Become Able

Muhyiddin Ibn Arabi – My Heart Has Become Able

My heart has become able To take on all forms. It is a pasture for gazelles, For monks an abbey. It is a temple for idols And for whoever circumambulates it, the Kaaba. It is the tablets of the Torah And also the leaves of the Koran. I believe in...

Walt Whitman – Weave in, My Hardy Life

Walt Whitman – Weave in, My Hardy Life

Weave in, weave in, my hardy life, Weave yet a soldier strong and full for great campaigns to come, Weave in red blood, weave sinews in like ropes, the senses, sight weave in, Weave lasting sure, weave day and night the weft, the warp, incessant weave, tire not, (We know...

Ralph Waldo Emerson  –  The Visit

Ralph Waldo Emerson – The Visit

Askest “How long thou shall stay?” Devastator of the day! Know, each substance and relation Thorough nature’s operation, Hath its unit, bound, and metre, And every new compound Is some product and repeater, Product of the early found. But the unit of the visit, The encounter of the wise, Say...

Jalaluddin Rumi  –  I am part of the load

Jalaluddin Rumi – I am part of the load

I am part of the load Not rightly balanced I drop off in the grass, like the old Cave-sleepers, to browse wherever I fall. For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains floating and flying in the will of the air,  often forgetting ever being in that state,...

Ibn Araby - The hand of trial

Ibn Araby – The hand of trial

I wonder at the house He has built and shaped, placing therein a noble spirit, putting it to the trial. He destroyed it utterly, as if He had not built it. Who can put it together for me, who can make it last? He knew full well what He had...

Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman । Song of the Open Road, I

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.  Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous...

Jalaluddin Rumi

Jalaluddin Rumi । The Breeze at Dawn

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don’t go back...

Rudyard Kipling । Cities and Thrones and Powers

Rudyard Kipling । Cities and Thrones and Powers

Cities and Thrones and Powers, Stand in Time’s eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die: But, as new buds put forth, To glad new men, Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth, The Cities rise again. This season’s Daffodil, She never hears What change, what chance, what chill,...

Ibn Arabi An । Ocean without Shore

Ibn Arabi An । Ocean without Shore

I marveled at an Ocean without shore, and at a Shore that did not have an ocean; And at a Morning Light without darkness, and at a Night that was without daybreak; And then a Sphere with no locality known to either fool or learned scholar; And at an azure...

Matthew Arnold The Last Word

Matthew Arnold । The Last Word

Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself must break at last! Let the long contention cease! Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Let them have it how they will! Thou art tired; best be still! They...

Muhammad Iqbal । The Candle And The Moth

Muhammad Iqbal । The Candle And The Moth

  O Candle! Why does the moth love you?  Why is this restless soul devoted to you? Your charm keeps it restless like mercury Did you teach it the etiquette of Love? It circumambulates the site of your manifestation Is it inspired with the fire of your lightning? Do the...

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John Keats । Ode on Melancholy

No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl A...

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Hafiz । What Happens?

What happens when your soul Begins to awaken Your eyes And your heart And the cells of your body To the great Journey of Love? First there is wonderful laughter And probably precious tears And a hundred sweet promises And those heroic vows No one can ever keep. But still...

On-The-Beach-At-Night-Alone

On The Beach At Night Alone – Walt Whitman

On the beach at night alone, As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song, As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes and of the future. A vast similitude interlocks all, All spheres, grown, ungrown, small,...

One-time life

A Star Without a Name – Rumi

When a baby is taken from the wet nurse, it easily forgets her and starts eating solid food. Seeds feed awhile on ground, then lift up into the sun. So you should taste the filtered light and work your way toward wisdom with no personal covering. That’s how you came...

Lead Poem

Hafiz Drunk on the Wine of the Beloved Look at This Beauty The beauty of this poem is beyond words. Do you need a guide to experience the heat of the sun? Blessed is the brush of the painter who paints Such beautiful pictures for his virgin bride. Look at...

Lead Poem

Walt Whitman I Dream’d in a Dream I dream’d in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth, I dream’d that was the new city of Friends, Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led...

Lead Poems

Lead Poems

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hymn To The Night I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o’er me from above; The calm, majestic...