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A pious one with a hundred beads on your rosary,
or a drunkard in a tavern,
any gift you bring the Beloved will be accepted
as long as you come in longing.
It is this most secret pain,
this bleeding separation,
which will guide you to your Heart of Hearts.


-- from Nobody, Son of Nobody: Poems of Shaikh Abu-Saeed Abil-Kheir, Translated by Vraje Abram

Poetry Chaikhana | Abu-Said Abil-Kheir - A pious one with a hundred beads on your rosary


I am neither pious nor drunk
and have no gift to bring.
The beloved must be loved by others today.
I have neither the excuse of pain nor emptiness
It is just what it  is and what it is is blah.

The day is blah, seaonless,
too warm for winter,  too grey for spring
It matches Idaho intellect and spirit.

The squirrels don't want to be around me,
i fear  my wife feels the same,
i build the cloud that hangs abouve my head.
Everything seems alien to me
save alienation itself.

But minutes ago, i noticed that a bare rose bush
is not so bare; it bears a plethora of tiny leaves
And something that  might be a tulip is pushing
up in a corner of the back yard.
Now Abu-Saud Abil-Kheir has my ear.

I should know by  now the Friend is not faithless
No matter how faithless i may be.
The  Beloved remains faithful.
When the Beloved is not loved,
The Beloved condinues to be Love.

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amaebi
Mar. 9th, 2016 01:25 pm (UTC)
The Friend rejoices
to cradle a cup-- plastic,
cracked, crusted with the dirt
of backyard burial,
and take it to Friendly lips.
bobby1933
Mar. 9th, 2016 04:11 pm (UTC)
lovely! :)
Thank you.
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