دفينه
از دام دفينه خوب جستيم آخر
بر دامن فقر خود نشستيم آخر
مردانه گذشتيم ز آداب و رسوم
اين كنده ز پاي خود شكستيم آخر
تا نيست نگردي ره هستت ندهند
اين مرتبه با همت پستت ندهند
چون شمع قرار سوختن گر ندهي
سر رشته ي روشني به دستت ندهند.
تا از ره و رسم عقل بيرون نشوي
يك ذره از آنچه هستي افزون نشوي
من عاقلم ار تو ليلي جان بيني
ديوانه تر از هزار مجنون نشوي
برخيز سحر ناله و آهي مي كن
استغفاري ز هر گناهي مي كن
تا چند به عيب ديگران در نگري
يكبار به عيب خود نگاهي مي كن
زاهد نكند گنه كه قهاري تو
ما غرق گناهيم كه غفاري تو
او قهارت خواند و ما غفارت
آيا به كدام نام خوش داري تو
Notes from a friend
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? You feel the separation from the Beloved. Invite Him to fill you up, embrace the fire. Remind those who tell you otherwise that Love comes to you of its own accord, and the yearning for it cannot be learned in any school.
strong woman vs. woman of strength A strong woman works out everyday to keep her body in shape....... but a woman of strength kneels in prayer to keep her soul in shape....... a strong woman isn,t afraid of anything........... but a woman of strength shows courage in the midst of fear........ a strong woman won,t let anyone get the best of her......... but a woman of strength gives the best of her to everyone....... a strong woman walks sure footedly........ but a woman of strength knows God will catch her when she falls....... a strong woman wears the look of confidence on her face........ but a woman of strength wears grace.......... a strong woman has faith that she is strong enough for the journey......... but a woman of strength has faith that its in the journey that she will become strong.
Is summer's festival only for fresh blossoms and not also for withered leaves and faded flowers? Is the song of the sea in tune only with the rising waves? Does it not also sing with the waves that fall? Jewels are woven into the carpet where stands my king, but there are patient clods waiting to be touched by his feet. Few are the wise and the great who sit by my Master, but he has taken the foolish in his arms and made me his servant for ever.
Bahut pahle se unn kadmo.n ki aahat pahchan lete hain Tujhe e zindagi hum door se pahchan lete hain; Tabeeyat apni ghabratee hain jab sunsaan raato.n me Hum aise me teri yaado.n ki chadar taan lete hain; Meri nazarein bhi aise qaafiro.n ka jaan-o-emaan hain Nighahe.n milte hi jo jaan aur emaan lete hain; ‘firaaq’ aksar badal kar bhesh milta hain koi qaafir Kabhi hum jaan lete hain kabhi pahchan lete hain Tujhe e zindagi hum door se pahchan lete hain Bahut pahle se unn kadmo.n ki aahat pahchan lete hain Tujhe e zindagi hum door se pahchan lete hain;
