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The Burning...

In flying close to fire I am aflame, A moth singed by desire, a lover’s game. I weep. My body is a coal of shame. I am a ruin – see, grave-robbers came !- In exile from all men of honoured name. I freed my mind and made the world stand back. Look where you tread. Turn into ashes black, Fly, fly – and burn, whichever way you tack. Oh, you must read “ana’l-Hak wa mina ‘I-Hak”. I...

The Cup Of Truth...

Since Abdal handed me the Cup of Truth All’s equal – mosque and altar are the same. I burn, surrendering to Gnostic light. Palace or ruin – both have equal claim. Thought died, and of me only dust remained. First I was mud and after fire and flame: Outside I roasted, inwardly I burned. Kebab or skewer – both have equal claim. So passed I by a space that formed no place And walked before a field...

The Riddle: A Vision...

Recalling all my sins, I tore my clothes. Oh, to be lamenting in the morning! Countless my tears! Sorrow Possessed me, day or night or dawning. My love of life had withered like a flower. I looked up to the night sky in its pallor, Crying my soul was dead. I cried aloud to Jesus and to Allah. A vision then! The stars like honey ran And I became an infant unattired As three Enlightened ones Appeared, approaching me. My...

The Revelation...

Hark, then, how one night, when I sleeping lay Four horsemen came. “Arise, young lad !” said they, “For who but the Enlightened Ones draw nigh - And you may see them straightaway.” Beholding those four riders, I declare My heart burned with a joyance near despair - Transfixed I stood. Two holy madmen near Said, “Haste, my son, and go thou there.” The madmen led me forward by the hand Away...

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