Javânmard et les roses de Nâ-Kojâ-Âbâd
Mercredi 2 avril 2008
On a rosary of smiles and tears I whisper you name…
My existence has become the prayer carpet on which my soul adores you…
Your Face o Maula my only qibla!!!
Ya 'Ali Haqq! Ya 'Ali Hu!
Night and day are the same to me
How can I sleep when all I see is your light o Maula?
They often say that the mystic is like a moth disappearing in a flame
But this love…I am annihilated by your Beauty and resurrected by your Majesty with every heartbeat and breath!
Ya 'Ali Haqq! Ya 'Ali Hu!You poured the wine into the cup and made me drink
For us to be one we need to be two o Maula!
Otherwise what beauty is there in drinking the wine of love alone?
Ya 'Ali Haqq! Ya 'Ali Hu!Présentation
- : Javânmard and the roses of Nâ Kojâ Âbâd
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- : Javânmard: "He decided to separate himself from the masses, the tribe, to turn his back on his native country, to take on the pains and the burden of the journey, of the exile of pigrim of God. Javânmard is the pilgrim par excellence, the wandering knight, the homo viator." Corbin 1983: 220 in Corbin, Henry.1983. L'Homme et son Ange, Paris: Fayard.
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