| Khawaja Muinuddin Hasan Chishti Hazrat Abdul Qadir al-Jillani Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi |
| Section Two Verses in praise of Saints |
Verse in praise of Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Mevlana
Of surpassing grandeur, Mevlana!
Of towering solemnity and grace, Mevlana!
A fortress of light in a sea of darkness, Mevlana!
The substance of divinity, Mevlana!
Lover and Beloved of Shams-i-Tabriz, Mevlana!
The saviour of society and the one
who lends grace and beauty
to the people, Mevlana!
The author of tranquility in troubled times, Mevlana!
The invisible axis of the universal dance, Mevlana!
All hail Mevlana! All hail Mevlana! All hail Mevlana!
Goal of the seekers, finder of the lost,
Key to the treasury of divine blessings,
Uniter of hearts, keeper of the Faith,
Solver of problems, Light of the lights,
Beloved of lovers and lover of the Beloved,
The eternal ocean of divine Love,
O Jamil, lose thy self and find only him, Mevlana!
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
Hazrat Abdul Qadeer al Jillani
I have never seen the nature of divinity made so clear,
As when expounded by the words of Hazrat Abd al Qadeer.
For without artifice or elaborate sophistry,
He speaks to the heart of the hidden, divine mystery.
If it is your wish to join the circle of the elect,
Hold holy Ghauth Pak in the deepest of deep respect.
If it is you want to tread the lower self underfoot,
Loyally place your head and heart beneath his foot!
The Master of the masters who know the great Mystery,
Pray, on the day of sorting, in his company to be.
JMZ
in praise of Khawaja Muinuddin Hassan Chishti
Muinuddin
The Qibla of lovers, Muinuddin,
The Kaaba of the enlightened, Muinuddin,
For the placid peace of the soul, O Khadim,
Wholeheartedly recall and recite, Muinuddin.
Hazrat Khadim Ajmeri (trans. Dr Sharib)
Khawaja Muinuddin Hasan
The image of divine beauty, Khawaja Muinuddin Hasan,
The cause of dignity and the development of society,
Khawaja Muinuddin Hasan
Thy colour is that of Ahmed and thy smell the smell of Hyder,
O Ye! the spring of a hundred gardens in full bloom ever,
Khawaja Muinuddin Hasan
The beloved of Ali-i-Murtaza, the soul of the martyr of
Karbala, immortal and alive,
The light of the eyes of the Holy Five, Khawaja Muinuddin
Hasan
Thy face the face of Murtaza, thy habit that of Mustafa in all
sublimity,
Thy light is the light of God Almighty, Khawaja Muinuddin
Hasan
Now hast taken refuge at thy door, for thy one longing,
lingering look of grace, at thy place
Sharib, the indigent and homeless, seeking thy grace,
Khawaja Muinuddin Hasan.
Hazrat Zahurul Hassan Sharib
On Mevlana Rumi
Mevlana’s medicine is making us whole,
Destroying love of the world in the soul.
That is the poison the Ney* supplies;
For when such an unhealthy love dies,
Then the True Beloved it once concealed,
In His great Beauty becomes revealed.
Thus the poison may become the cure,
And all things be seen as holy and pure.
Zahuri
O Mevlana
Sometimes the beauty of Your gifts overwhelms me,
Not least because they have the scent of eternity.
Words glowing with celestial fire You provide,
To light up both heart and mind from deep inside.
Mevlana’s medicine is making us whole,
Destroying love of the world in the soul.
That is the poison the Ney* supplies;
For when such an unhealthy love dies,
Then the True Beloved it once concealed,
In His great Beauty becomes revealed.
Thus the poison may become the cure,
And all things be seen as holy and pure.
Zahuri
O Mevlana
Sometimes the beauty of Your gifts overwhelms me,
Not least because they have the scent of eternity.
Words glowing with celestial fire You provide,
To light up both heart and mind from deep inside.
| Ya Gharib Nawaz Ya Gharib Nawaz, Ya Gharib Nawaz, No sweeter name there ever was, To the seeker of the Way of Love, A name that resounds in heaven above. Ya Gharib Nawaz, Ya Gharib Nawaz, No sweeter name there ever was For Allah has poured into that name Shelter for the poor, sick, blind and lame. Ya Gharib Nawaz, ya Gharib Nawaz, No sweeter name there ever was, To the sick in heart, mind, or soul, The way he showed to make them whole. Ya Gharib Nawaz, ya Gharib Nawaz, No sweeter name there ever was, The holy Prophet’s love is found in it, By the needy ones who Ajmer visit. Ya Gharib Nawaz, ya Gharib Nawaz, No sweeter name there ever was, Hazrat Ali the brave, to this name lends The Baraka that from Allah descends. Ya Gharib Nawaz, ya Gharib Nawaz, No sweeter name there ever was, From Sanjar to holy Usman Harooni he came Now he is known to all by this great name. Ya Gharib Nawaz, Ya Gharib Nawaz, No sweeter name there ever was, It is a name that burns up any sin, And refreshes the pilgim from within. Ya Gharib Nawaz, ya Gharib Nawaz, No sweeter name there ever was, To be pure, humble, generous and just This is a name you must learn to trust. Ya Gharib Nawaz, ya Gharib Nawaz, No sweeter name there ever was, Tasked with a whole continent to save, The love of the One God to all he gave. |
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Khawaja Gharib Nawaz – as the fortunate see,
Is not a corpse in a shroud, but alive is he.
As he lives in Allah’s Love, he lives permanently,
Not bound by decay and beyond the grave’s gravity.
In the glorious company of the Seal of Prophecy,
One of those bound in love to great Hazrat Ali,
His place amongst the monarchs is in eternity,
Assured, is his place in the soul of man’s story.
The Sage of Sanjar, to be in his company,
Can a poor soul have a better kind of destiny?
To be taken into the heart of one such as he,
Is to be given by the Beloved complete purity.
It is to be surrounded on all sides by Love,
A Love coming from beyond even heaven above.
A Love that purifies every good and bad deed,
A Love that fulfils man and woman’s deepest need.
Great Muinuddin Hasan to the beat of your mighty heart,
May we all march as one, and from union never depart.
Help us O Khawaja to start really and truly to live,
In Ishq to pass away, that Allah permanency may give.
Zahuri
From Sweet Sanjar
O Lord of the worlds what mercy you had,
When you brought us a light from sweet Sanjar
What breadth and depth of vision he had,
That true man who came to us from sweet Sanjar.
Ya Sanjari, Ya Ajmeri, Ya Khawaja Gharib Nawaz.
What a power to make hearts carefree and glad he had,
That true lover of Allah that came from sweet Sanjar,
What beauty that deputy of holy Mustafa had,
That pilgrim of love’s way that came from sweet Sanjar
Ya Sanjari, Ya Ajmeri, Ya Khawaja Gharib Nawaz.
The courage of a lion from brave Hazrat Ali he had,
That illustrious Saint who came to us from sweet Sanjar.
The loving look of Khawaja Uthman harooni he had,
That Pir o Murshid who came to us from sweet Sanjar,m
Ya Sanjari, Ya Ajmeri, Ya Khawaja Gharib Nawaz.
How great was the Baraka of the Chishti saints he had.
That Sultan -ul Hind that came to us from sweet Sanjar.
He opened his heart to all, both happy and sad,
Millions flock to the door of the Saint from Sanjar.
Ya Sanjari, Ya Ajmeri, Ya Khawaja Gharib Nawaz.
Gharib Nawaz
To a vision deeper and more meaningful than visions, I was led;
To the home. in Ajmer. of one whose heart for man‘s plight bled.
Who established at the holy Prophet’s behest, an empire so great,
That many millions before me had made their way to this gate.
In the shelter of his mind and heart - filled with love abundant,
A purpose I found; so good that to pursue it became incumbent.
Ah yes the daily realities take their toll, but Love is Oft-returning,
And in Love’s throne I found that which is really worth serving.
The sage of Sanjar, in Love he lived, and died and yet still lives,
The power of Love to unite mankind is the lesson daily he gives.
Love’s reality is deeply hid at the very core of this galaxy of souls,
But though no size at all, the destiny of all mankind it controls.
A few feet of earth is enough to cover the body of Gharib Nawaz,
But a universe cannot contain the loving heart of Gharib Nawaz.
A river may follow a winding way but finally reaches the sea,
When I reach life’s end - in the company of Gharib Nawaz may it be.
Zahuri Ramadan 2013
The Fireplace of Love
There is a subtle thought that the mind has been concealing,
That somehow it has departed - that sweet, loving, feeling.
Draw aside the veil of that thought and be revealing,
The fire of love, in its full intensity, that is forever burning.
You placed a fire guard before it to protect children playing,
Send them off to bed and with the beloved one be staying.
It’s the kind of fire that all corruption is consuming,
One, that heart and mind it is thoroughly cleansing.
Its substance is that liquid light, with which the soul is shining,
Fantasy, folly, unfounded fears, feeble excuses it’s destroying..
Its energy is eternal, fierce and can be very, very, frightening,
But the intensity of love to your life it is constantly bringing.
O great Khawaja your meditations, so profound and so inspiring,
These thoughts to the mind of your servant Zahuri they are bringing.
Zahuri
O Khwaja
O Khwaja,
Dawn came, and then you came,
You opened the gate: morning came.
Morning came, and then love came.
All was as it was, all was the same,
But then you came and love came.
Now nothing will ever be the same,
Only because you with your love came.
Whether early or late it’s the same,
What matters is only that you came;
In love’s name you came, you came!
I took leave of my own name and shame,
When with love you came, you came!
O Khwaja because of your holy name,
It’s marvellous, the way love came.
Zahuri
To a vision deeper and more meaningful than visions, I was led;
To the home. in Ajmer. of one whose heart for man‘s plight bled.
Who established at the holy Prophet’s behest, an empire so great,
That many millions before me had made their way to this gate.
In the shelter of his mind and heart - filled with love abundant,
A purpose I found; so good that to pursue it became incumbent.
Ah yes the daily realities take their toll, but Love is Oft-returning,
And in Love’s throne I found that which is really worth serving.
The sage of Sanjar, in Love he lived, and died and yet still lives,
The power of Love to unite mankind is the lesson daily he gives.
Love’s reality is deeply hid at the very core of this galaxy of souls,
But though no size at all, the destiny of all mankind it controls.
A few feet of earth is enough to cover the body of Gharib Nawaz,
But a universe cannot contain the loving heart of Gharib Nawaz.
A river may follow a winding way but finally reaches the sea,
When I reach life’s end - in the company of Gharib Nawaz may it be.
Zahuri Ramadan 2013
The Fireplace of Love
There is a subtle thought that the mind has been concealing,
That somehow it has departed - that sweet, loving, feeling.
Draw aside the veil of that thought and be revealing,
The fire of love, in its full intensity, that is forever burning.
You placed a fire guard before it to protect children playing,
Send them off to bed and with the beloved one be staying.
It’s the kind of fire that all corruption is consuming,
One, that heart and mind it is thoroughly cleansing.
Its substance is that liquid light, with which the soul is shining,
Fantasy, folly, unfounded fears, feeble excuses it’s destroying..
Its energy is eternal, fierce and can be very, very, frightening,
But the intensity of love to your life it is constantly bringing.
O great Khawaja your meditations, so profound and so inspiring,
These thoughts to the mind of your servant Zahuri they are bringing.
Zahuri
O Khwaja
O Khwaja,
Dawn came, and then you came,
You opened the gate: morning came.
Morning came, and then love came.
All was as it was, all was the same,
But then you came and love came.
Now nothing will ever be the same,
Only because you with your love came.
Whether early or late it’s the same,
What matters is only that you came;
In love’s name you came, you came!
I took leave of my own name and shame,
When with love you came, you came!
O Khwaja because of your holy name,
It’s marvellous, the way love came.
Zahuri
| Ya Gharib Nawaz, ya Gharib Nawaz, No sweeter name there ever was, Many miracles from Allah came and went The message of Love remained – heaven sent. Ya Gharib Nawaz, ya Gharib Nawaz, No sweeter name there ever was, When the time to meet his Beloved came The angels were surely singing this name Ya Gharib Nawaz, ya Gharib Nawaz, No sweeter name there ever was, Now beneath Allah’s throne he lives And to all the sincere, blessings he gives. Ya Gharib Nawaz, ya Gharib Nawaz, No sweeter name there ever was, He does not judge by what they say But how in their heart they pray. Ya Gharib Nawaz, ya Gharib Nawaz, No sweeter name there ever was, Muslim, Sikh, Hindu, Christian, or Jew, He never refuses those who are true. Ya Gharib Nawaz, ya Gharib Nawaz, No sweeter name there ever was, To his ‘Urs they come from everywhere Presidents and paupers to say their prayer Ya Gharib Nawaz, ya Gharib Nawaz, No sweeter name there ever was, Now we hear this refrain everywhere Even from those who only in spirit are there. Ya Gharib Nawaz, Ya Gharib Nawaz, A sweeter name there never was. O Gharib Nawaz hear this our plea, Cleanse the mirror of our heart that we may be In wonder at the love Allah has for thee, And from ignorance and doubt ever be free. Zahuri May 2012 |
Hazrat Abdul Qadir al-Jillani (RA)
The soul of the saints and the soul of Rasulallah,
Are of the Nuri Muhammed created by the niyat of Allah.
When Islam had become thin on the food of hypocrisy,
Came forth a soul who on its self had not any leniency,
Till it shone with that blessed light so very brightly,
The starving soul of faith became once again mighty.
Brothers look deep in the heart of faith and fidelity,
Find the empire of that soul and be fed by its charity.
And at its heart, and in its soul, its ruler revere,
His great name recite - Hazrat Abdul Qadir,
From Jillan he came as this world would have it,
But in truth from the court of Allah's great prophet
In the vast cosmic spiritual sky that Allah created,
As a star eternal to those heavens he was elevated.
If he would throw on our head the dust he trod on,
All worldly worries from our heart would be gone..
Ghaus Pak (RA)
Islam grew fat when Ghausul Azam began to pray,
May it continue to grow stronger and better day by day.
O Allah let its enemies grow weak and fade away,
Islam is submission to you and for your love to pray.
For Khwaja Uthman Harooni (The guide of Khwaja Muinuddin
Hasan Chishti)
By Mohammed Khadim Hassan Nawob Gudri Shah Baba
O Uthman! Your street is the Kaaba, to which the lovers face,
The place the absolute light is made manifest, is your face.
To your street the whole world makes its prostration,
To your face the lover makes the act of prostration.
Unbelief is sacrificed before the curl of your black hair,
O your face! The light of faith is made manifest there.
Remove the veil for it’s the spring and Eid,
Seeing your face is the whole point of Eid.
Turned to spring and to flowers the heart’s fire is,
O so beautiful is your face that our own Khalil it is.
It became the helper those who are in grief and suffering,
And your spiritual striving like an arm and a hand is acting.
In the veil of light, O you eternal beauty,
Without any veil there your face I see.
In the direction of Kaaba the head makes its prostration,
Towards your face the heart makes its prostration.
Khadim has come and his skirt is spread receptively,
O Khwaja, your traits are kindness and giving generously.
A Heart Full (Khwaja Uthman Harooni)
A heart full of longing? Let it overflow,
Without this we are dead.
A love so strong it just wont let you go?
Without this we are dead.
Sensing the Beloved's presence?
Without this we are dead,
Hearing the beloved in the silence?
Without this we are dead.
To the music of the spheres, turning?
Without this we are dead,
For union with you constantly grieving?
Without this we are dead.
O to us the sweet ruby wine of love, give,
Without this we are dead.
O Khawaja Uthman teach us how to live,
Without this we are dead.
Zahuri
A Heart Full (Khwaja Uthman Harooni)
A heart full of longing? Let it overflow,
Without this we are dead.
A love so strong it just wont let you go?
Without this we are dead.
Sensing the Beloved's presence?
Without this we are dead,
Hearing the beloved in the silence?
Without this we are dead.
To the music of the spheres, turning?
Without this we are dead,
For union with you constantly grieving?
Without this we are dead.
O to us the sweet ruby wine of love, give,
Without this we are dead.
O Khawaja Uthman teach us how to live,
Without this we are dead.
A heart full of longing? Let it overflow,
Without this we are dead.
A love so strong it just wont let you go?
Without this we are dead.
Sensing the Beloved's presence?
Without this we are dead,
Hearing the beloved in the silence?
Without this we are dead.
To the music of the spheres, turning?
Without this we are dead,
For union with you constantly grieving?
Without this we are dead.
O to us the sweet ruby wine of love, give,
Without this we are dead.
O Khawaja Uthman teach us how to live,
Without this we are dead.
Come
In the name of the One, say,
Come, Come, Come.
By the light of His Essence, say
Come, Come, Come.
With the spirit of submission, say
Come Come Come
To find the True Friend, say
Come Come Come
For the sake of holy Muhammed, say
Come Come Come
Under the shelter of brave Ali, say
Come Come Come
Beneath the foot of Ghauth Pak, say
Come Come Come
To beg from Gharib Nawaz, say
Come Come Come
Like Shems meeting Mevlana, say
Come Come Come
To be drunk with Hafiz’s wine, say
Come Come Come
If you are a would be lover, say
Come Come Come
Cry out to the Beloved and say
Come Come Come
For the love of Allah once again say
Come Come Come
For Nawob Saheb
Bismillah
Cascading, from on high, come words that really matter,
A banquet of words that are a joy for lips to utter.
A God-given pleasure, yes! And here's the thing,
Words that sing themselves, whilst they are dancing,
On the page; age-less words, opening the way,
For rivers of bliss; assuaging fears that say,
“Surely it can't happen this way?” Turning every tear,
Into liquid light, strewing jewels both far and near.
Rhythm too, restlessly, drumming up business, as it were!
Scented beauties descending a rose petal covered stair,
Pouring essence into many a waiting jug or cup,
Till with honeyed joy they overflow, not just fill up.
Yes, here is a wedding party that is surely worth attending,
When with Khadim's words, of the Beloved we are singing.
In the name of the One, say,
Come, Come, Come.
By the light of His Essence, say
Come, Come, Come.
With the spirit of submission, say
Come Come Come
To find the True Friend, say
Come Come Come
For the sake of holy Muhammed, say
Come Come Come
Under the shelter of brave Ali, say
Come Come Come
Beneath the foot of Ghauth Pak, say
Come Come Come
To beg from Gharib Nawaz, say
Come Come Come
Like Shems meeting Mevlana, say
Come Come Come
To be drunk with Hafiz’s wine, say
Come Come Come
If you are a would be lover, say
Come Come Come
Cry out to the Beloved and say
Come Come Come
For the love of Allah once again say
Come Come Come
For Nawob Saheb
Bismillah
Cascading, from on high, come words that really matter,
A banquet of words that are a joy for lips to utter.
A God-given pleasure, yes! And here's the thing,
Words that sing themselves, whilst they are dancing,
On the page; age-less words, opening the way,
For rivers of bliss; assuaging fears that say,
“Surely it can't happen this way?” Turning every tear,
Into liquid light, strewing jewels both far and near.
Rhythm too, restlessly, drumming up business, as it were!
Scented beauties descending a rose petal covered stair,
Pouring essence into many a waiting jug or cup,
Till with honeyed joy they overflow, not just fill up.
Yes, here is a wedding party that is surely worth attending,
When with Khadim's words, of the Beloved we are singing.
in praise of Hz. Sheikh Abdul Qadir Al Jillani (aka Ghous Pak, Ghousul Azam, and
Piran-i-Pir).
Ghous-ul-Azam
The lamp of the assembly of Plurality and the candle of Unity is Ghous-ul-Azam,
The giver of lustre to the world and the light of guidance in multiplicity is Ghous-ul-Azam,
For this very reason he indeed is beloved of God Almighty,
As an epitome of Mohammed Mustafa's manners, elegant and lofty is Ghous-ul-Azam.
Why the lovers, to have a glimpse of him may not desire?
Gives peace to the disturbed heart and solace does inspire, Ghous-ul-Azam.
Always the crown of sainthood the saints from his door get,
The distributor of the wealth of magnificence and in divine Kindness set is Ghous-ul-Azam.
Those who have come under his protection are the recipients of divine Grace,
The shade of the Benignity of God does embrace Ghous-ul-Azam.
The transgressors rely upon him in this world and in the world next,
Helper of the helpless and supporter of the sect is Ghous-ul-Azam.
O, Sharib! a beloved of of Ali, Shabbir and Shabbar he tends to be.
As a complete image of the grandeur of spiritual leadership, see Ghous-ul-Azam.
Hazrat Zahurul Hassan Sharib
Piran-i-Pir).
Ghous-ul-Azam
The lamp of the assembly of Plurality and the candle of Unity is Ghous-ul-Azam,
The giver of lustre to the world and the light of guidance in multiplicity is Ghous-ul-Azam,
For this very reason he indeed is beloved of God Almighty,
As an epitome of Mohammed Mustafa's manners, elegant and lofty is Ghous-ul-Azam.
Why the lovers, to have a glimpse of him may not desire?
Gives peace to the disturbed heart and solace does inspire, Ghous-ul-Azam.
Always the crown of sainthood the saints from his door get,
The distributor of the wealth of magnificence and in divine Kindness set is Ghous-ul-Azam.
Those who have come under his protection are the recipients of divine Grace,
The shade of the Benignity of God does embrace Ghous-ul-Azam.
The transgressors rely upon him in this world and in the world next,
Helper of the helpless and supporter of the sect is Ghous-ul-Azam.
O, Sharib! a beloved of of Ali, Shabbir and Shabbar he tends to be.
As a complete image of the grandeur of spiritual leadership, see Ghous-ul-Azam.
Hazrat Zahurul Hassan Sharib