Category Archives: english language ghazals

Meher means the Sun who is the eternal Friend: he is pure radiance whom mercy and grace attend. The recurring advent of the glorious Avatar dawns again and again as beauty’s rising star. Now is the spilling Rose fragrant in … Continue reading →

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Our way is full of cry and petition for yet more wine- how else can the rend of love street achieve his ruin? We have no greater trust than in the master’s glance; we did not stumble this way on … Continue reading →

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Don’t think for a moment that God does not hear your prayer- his answer lies in the anguish that only patient love can bear. It’s a rough road to crawl and crawl to the feet of the Friend when the broken … Continue reading →

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The world O the world a can full of lively worm, wriggling for spirit to attain at last perfect form. Man, at last, no more a wriggling worm, but aghast at nascent mind crawling through mud to speak, at last. … Continue reading →

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Now is the time of the Prophet of Light’s return; Zarathustra will bring this Age of Iron to an end. Rama, prince of virtue crowned as the Solar King will again slay the dark rapacious lord and fiend. Now is … Continue reading →

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The light of his eyes kindles in my heart a flame, which I nurture with the breath of his holy name. This body is the alembic from which spirit rises and rises to condense and fall in shame. Millions of … Continue reading →

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The Prophet as the perfect Friend has come yet again, to bless with his sword of love the bliss of divine pain. Long past is the honor of the Man perfect in praise for glorious Allah; long past are his … Continue reading →

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We are crying to our lord and master without peer: all but his long curly hair is small and cheap beer. We have lit a candle to his blazing presence, and written many a ghazal about his essence. We can’t … Continue reading →

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The well of remembrance draws not from memory, but from the fount of Silence that is creativity. Do you remember, do you forget, the stillness of rose unfolding? Such is how the longing spirit boldly grows. Bolbol, singing from the … Continue reading →

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