Poem: A Quandary of Gorgeous Song

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A QUADARY OF GORGEOUS SONG

The Prophet Muhammad’s arrived again
with an entourage of saints

Birds are flying in such a way
the sky is streaked with gold

He settles down to a cool murmur
and everywhere rivers flow

None of our words are anything
but his messages of silver

Their light is like a thousand universes
with a thousand burning suns

Once seen he can’t be forgotten
Once heard he can’t be ignored

Beauty denied is
justice thrown down a well

Justice denied is
beauty left bleeding on the road

He’s left us with ourselves at last
in a quandary of gorgeous song

11/28/2007 (from Tall Tales in Short Takes)

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2 Responses to Poem: A Quandary of Gorgeous Song

  1. (Goethe’s Subtle Praise/Poem on Muhammad Gersang)
    In Thousand Forms, A Hundred Names

    IN thousand forms may you attempt surprise,
    Yet, all-Beloved-one, straight know I you;
    Thou may with magic veils your Face disguise,

    And yet, all-Present-one, straight know I you.
    Upon the cypress’ purest, youthful bud,

    All-Beauteous-growing-one, straight know I you;
    In the canal’s unsullied, living flood,

    All-Captivating-one, well know I you.
    When spreads the water-column, rising proud,

    All-Supportive one, how gladly know I you;
    When, even in forming, is transformed the cloud,

    All-figure-changing-one, there know I you.
    Veil in the meadow-carpet’s flowery charms,

    All-checkered-starry-fair-one, know I you;
    And if a plant extend its thousand arms,

    O, all-Embracing-one, there know I you.
    When on the mount is kindled morn’s sweet light,

    Straightway, all-gladdening-one, salute I you,
    The arch of heaven over head grows pure and bright,

    All-Heart-expanding-one, then breathe I you.
    That which my inward, outward sense proclaims,

    You all-instructing-One, I know through you;
    And if I utter Allah’s hundred Names,
    A Name with each One echoes, meant for You.

    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
    (Book of Suleika adapted from Rumi Divan)

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  2. abdala alzophany says:

    احب مشاركتكم بصفحتكم قروب ا من خلاال مجموعتكم

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