Pleasures Of God

"Sheen Raa Elif Zauien"  Ko "Sheen Elif Haa Yei Noon" Sey
"Ain Sheen Qaaf" Hai.

Who is the one who gives grief to the heart? But when you cry at his mosque, your grief is sweetened. At first he appears to be a snake and in the end he becomes a treasure a pearl. He is such a sultan that He turns suffering into sweet pleasure. He makes the devil into the most beautiful girl in heaven and changes mourning into a wedding party. He makes a wise man out of one born blind he enlightens the dark, and turns the thorn into a rose garden. He pulls the sliver out of our palm and makes a cushion out of rose petals. He gives fire to his Ibrahim Alyhe Salam, but he transforms the fire of nimrod into the roses of august. He is the one who gives light to the stars. He is the one who helps the needy. He does favours for his creatures then he gives praise to them. He drops the guilt of the guilty, like autumn leaves and suggests words of apology to the ear of the one who says bad things about him. God says “O loyal man ask for forgiveness for your guilt” & when the man starts praying he secretly says "Aameen", Because he knows the Aameen of the one to whom he gives the pleasure of praying, after prayers he turns that person inside out like a fig sweet and beautiful. He gives power to hands and feet in a good work and bad in such a pleasure that the body assumes the strains of Shiraz. With enjoyment the lean man becomes Shiraz, without it Shiraz falls into pain and suffering, if this pleasure is not the companion of the soul then the soul won't have peace and quietness. I sent the soul to Sheen in early dawn to praise Almighty & he knows the way to go.

Since I have seen your glory the world has fallen into disesteem in my eyes and given up the surmise of existence. Lightning has flashed from the place that has no beginning of the beginning. The whole universe has burned to ashes when the glory of union opened the flag and we fell into pieces. We're separated from the motherland, that's why we're tired and in trials how can one be confident when he is away from his country? The cupbearer grabbed a glass, instead of the religious books. A spark dropped on our shirt from that hot glass we are burning.

When the lover breathes

Flames spread through the universe.

One breath shatters this illusionary world into particles. The world becomes an ocean from beginning to end and the ocean disappears in its majesty if this were made manifest for even a second to the people there would be no humanity left. Smoke rises to the sky so thick that no human no angel can exist there. Suddenly a fire comes out of this smoke and covers the whole sky; the sky splits at that moment time space and existence all disappear. An uproar fills the world a wedding joy descends after the mourning. Sometimes he puts fire into water, sometimes water extinguishes the fire, sometimes he blows a wind to send the waves of the sea of absence to the eighth level of the atlas sky, and even the sun loses its light because of the brilliance of a human's soul. Don't ask anything from the people when even the confident talk little of the secret in front of My this secret: Mars loses it masculinity, Jupiter burns its book, The moon's greatness disappears and its joy turned into grief, Mercury becomes stuck in mud, Saturn burns with fire, Venus loses its posture and starts striking tunes of joy, there will be neither rain nor rainbow neither wine nor glass no drink no cheer no salve for the wound. Water doesn't form designs, wind doesn't cover the ground, the garden doesn't become beautiful, and April's rain doesn't kiss the earth, neither illness nor remedy stays, neither friend nor enemy there is, neither reed flute nor melody, neither a high-pitched tune nor a low one is played. Stay behind the cupbearer, received wine soul & says “God is Great” heart says “God Knows Better”. Get up look at the painter of eternity has started to work again to design unmatched figures on the clothes of the creatures he desires. God started a fire to burn all untrue things, fire burns the heart and takes him to the middle of that universe.

         It’s time to be quiet, engulfed in silence, it's impossible to count all the favours and kindnesses that I have received from the “Pleasures Of God”.   - Siraz Saiyed

- Shirazian