Category: Lead Poems

Ibn Arabi

Ibn Arabi

Wonder Wonder, A garden among the flames! My heart can take on any form: A meadow for gazelles, A cloister for monks, For the idols, sacred ground, Ka’ba for the circling pilgrim, The tables of the Torah, The scrolls of the Quran. My creed is Love; Wherever its caravan turns...

Hafiz

The Bird of Gardens THE bird of gardens sang unto the rose, New blown in the clear dawn: “Bow down thy head! As fair as thou within this garden close, Many have bloomed and died.” She laughed and said “That I am born to fade grieves not my heart But...

Only You

Jalaluddin Rumi Only you I choose among the entire world. Is it fair of you letting me be unhappy? My heart is a pen in your hand. It is all up to you to write me happy or sad. I see only what you reveal and live as you say....

Two Poems by Sa’adi

The World my brother The world, my brother! will abide with none, By the world’s Maker let thy heart be won. Rely not, nor repose on this world’s gain, For many a son like thee she has reared and slain. What matters, when the spirit seeks to fly, If on...

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Loss And Gain When I compare What I have lost with what I have gained, What I have missed with what attained, Little room do I find for pride. I am aware How many days have been idly spent; How like an arrow the good intent Has fallen short or...

Al Hallaj

Kill me, My faithful friends Kill Me, My Faithful Friends Kill me, my faithful friends, For in my being killed is my life. Love is that you remain standing In front of your Beloved When you are stripped of all your attributes; Then His attributes become your qualities. Between me...

Hafiz

Tidings of Union # WHERE are the tidings of union? that I may arise– Forth from the dust I will rise up to welcome thee! My soul, like a homing bird, yearning for Paradise, Shall arise and soar, from the snares of the world set free. When the voice of...

I Was Dead

Jalaluddin Rumi:: i was dead i came alive i was tears i became laughter all because of love when it arrived my temporal life from then on changed to eternal love said to me you are not crazy enough you don’t fit this house i went and became crazy crazy...

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Jalaluddin Rumi

The Universe What if someone said to an embryo in the womb, ‘Outside of your world of black nothing is a miraculously ordered universe; a vast Earth covered with tasty food; mountains, oceans and plains, fragrant orchards and fields full of crops; a luminous sky beyond your reach,

Ralph Waldo Emerson 0

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Two Rivers Thy summer voice, Musketaquit, Repeats the music of the rain; But sweeter rivers pulsing flit Through thee, as thou through the Concord Plain. Thou in thy narrow banks art pent: The stream I love unbounded goes Through flood and sea and firmament;

Rabia al Basri 0

Rabia al Basri

My God and My Lord Eyes are at rest, the stars are setting. Hushed are the stirrings of birds in their nests, Of monsters in the ocean. You are the Just who knows no change, The Balance that can never swerve, The Eternal which never passes away.

Edgar Allan Poe 0

Edgar Allan Poe

A Dream within a dream Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow– You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away

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Jalaluddin Rumi

The Universe What if someone said to an embryo in the womb, ‘Outside of your world of black nothing is a miraculously ordered universe; a vast Earth covered with tasty food; mountains, oceans and plains,

Matthew Arnold 0

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!

Jalaluddin Rumi 0

Jalaluddin Rumi

Where Everything Is Music Don’t worry about saving these songs! And if one of our instruments breaks, it doesn’t matter. We have fallen into the place where everything is music.

Walt Whitman 0

Walt Whitman

Miracles Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach

Jalaluddin Rumi 0

Jalaluddin Rumi

There Is A Candle In Your Heart There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don’t you?

Christina Rossetti 0

Christina Rossetti

The World By day she woos me, soft, exceeding fair: But all night as the moon so changeth she; Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy And subtle serpents gliding in her hair. By day she woos me to the outer air, Ripe fruits, sweet flowers, and full satiety: But through the night, a beast she grins at...

Sheikh Sa’adi 0

Sheikh Sa’adi

How could I ever thank my Friend? How could I ever thank my Friend? No thanks could ever begin to be worthy. Every hair of my body is a gift from Him; How could I thank Him for each hair? Praise that lavish Lord forever

Ted Hughes 0

Ted Hughes

Old Age Gets Up Stirs its ashes and embers, its burnt sticks An eye powdered over, half melted and solid again Ponders Ideas that collapse At the first touch of attention