O heart that longs for the path of the prophets,
O one who dreams of the way of the saints! Know yourself as dead before you die,
Poetry: Faith
Poems by Akrom Malik, newest first. Pick one for your mood.
There is no zeal in my worship, no feeling, my God,
In my heart there is not a breath of fear, my God, Not a trace is left of the track of istighfar, my God,
If you are in the right, do not be hurt and do not hurt — that is all,
If you are in the right, the Truth will protect you. If you are in the right, take no offense and give no offense — that is all,
One should not believe every word one hears,
Just as not everything one sees is real. Just as, though you renounce living by a truth that seems impossible,
No one has the right to shut
The doors of repentance on any servant. Live wrapped in rags, if you must,
Servant, be careful, be careful,
Never speak of a secret you do not know. Shine like fire, if you will, laugh like the flowers,
We bade farewell to those who left — be safe,
We opened our arms to those who came — peace be upon you! Be good to some, and to others be bad,
He was still a child — wading through the mud,
He would run about, riding a stick for a horse. Never having drunk the poison of regret,
A wayfarer suffered much cruelty from the people,
His heart and soul were torn to pieces by the blade. Never mind his body — his spirit cried out in woe,
If I were perfect, if I were pure myself,
Would I have any need of your instruction?! Whenever I was wounded, my breast torn open,
The mind is stunned by the trickery of the ego,
Satan lies in wait, keeping watch in hidden corners. Unable to grasp the Truth, thought and reason are numbed,
What is the fear of God? Weeping and sobbing?
Is it crying aloud, “I fear God”? Or making yourself look like an elder?
If someone declares his hatred toward you,
Or hurls at you the stone of slander, Do not say “I am pure,” looking at the faultfinder,
When the Creator of the worlds created Adam,
The angels were utterly bewildered. “I know, beyond all doubt, what you know not,”
I asked myself how much of my life is left,
And found my mind could not even make a guess. I shook my body, “Wake up!” — if only it would open its eyes,
I went astray. I went astray. I made mistakes.
I put my head into the noose of words. In the end, I came to You naked,
When the Lord created the world,
He made the human heart its axis. That is, the earth was spread, the heavens raised on high,
My Lord, look on me with mercy, forgive me, my God,
Is there no corner left where I can fit?.. Have I fallen into a pit, where is my place?..
Let me die. Take all of life for yourself.
The tears are mine. For you — the smile. If you take up dust, may it turn to gold, and lawful too,
At times I feel as if I were left in the grave,
All around is silence, and I am all alone. I lean on You alone, my God,
This world was created for the heart,
And the heart was created for the Truth. So that, remembering the Truth, it might gain its purity,
Not everyone who is first to set out on the journey
Will always be the victor, my friend. As long as your ego rules over your head,
A believer who has sinned does not sigh for nothing,
For the word for sin, “gunoh,” holds an “oh” within. Sin sows nothing in the heart but thorns,
The flames of grief grow thicker and thicker,
Your body is a shriveled scrap in this fire. It means that, loving the people of the world with passion,