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A DREAM
OF
INDRA
IN GRATEFUL REMEMBRANCE
OF
LATE HAZRET PIR-O-MURSHID
INAYAT KHAN.
INTRODUCTION.
A DREAM OF INDRA.
Sidi-Bou-Said. 1937
Christmas.
Why !
1937
Flying are the thoughts from me,
As the speedy breeze.
Scattered they are, as autumn leaves.
Have my thoughts brought joy to me ?
Ajmeer 1932.
E. India. 1934
1936
Pawager.
Pawager.
Suresnes. 1934.
The Temple.
0 Cod, where is thy temple ?
1 am constantly seeking thy Dwellingplace !
I am seeking thy temple in the space.
The answer came from within;
The temple is to be found at every step,
The temple you find in your heart.
I am within and I am without,
Know whatever you touch is my Temple !
Personality.
O Cod unveil thy beauty before my eyes !
Where can I find thy Grace ?
Where can I hear thy music play ?
Grant my prayer, I am waiting !
The Dervish.
W h a t is this thrilling in the air ?
W h o is approaching so late in the night ?
A singing is ringing so fine and pure !
A dervish is approaching with his sitar.
A necklace of flowers around himself,
And flowers around his instrument.
He sings, oh listen to the voice of my heart,
W h e r e is the Beloved hiding Himself !
Suresnes. 1935.
Musharaff Khan.
Absorbed in the music of life.
Tuning himself in the world's strife.
He plays soft notes from his lute.
The flowers are listening near his foot.
The whole atmosphere is wrapped in his music.
Far away his eyes are fixed.
Not seeing the outer space.
In music he himself is raptured,
In the Infinite he makes his trace.
Silence.
Nature is absorbed in its silence.
In this stilness, one hears a music play.
Still no leaves are rustling, no sound one hears.
And in this exstacy of peace,
Nature has many things to say.
Sidi-Bou-Said. 1936.
The Master.
W h e n He is awaiting, why to be so anxious ?
W h e n He awaiting, why to fear life's experience.
Take up with courage the task of life.
He is awaiting for you, after the world's strife.
Sidi-Bou-Said. 1936.
W h a t is love which never showed love.
But what is love when one is involved in love !
Those who never gave love, do'nt know about love.
But who have given love, are themselves love.
Soul.
0 my soul do not wonder at Your prison house.
W h y not experience life's tastes ?
W h y lament that the sky is no more your own ?
Turn your prison house into space !
Beloved.
Waning moon.
Spring.
Emprisonned in the garden of love, is the breeze.
The roses hold him fast by their fragrance.
And the dance of the light makes him forget,
That the world is waiting for his cooling breath.
Sunset.
Good night, o sun good night !
My heart's longing holds thee fast.
You are setting, slowly leaving me.
But my love holds thee still fast !
My outstretched arms wish to detain thee.
My whole being bid thee farewell.
But my longing eyes hold thy light.
My soul prays come back to me.
1935.
Nature.
Sunrise.
In the view of light is lost the flying night.
By the caress of the dawn darkness turned into light.
By the kiss of the morn, nature started to bloom.
Awakening followed, drawn in his boon.
Sidi-Bou-Said. 1936.
Nature folds its beauty in the arms of night.
Protected in the veil of the moonlight.
W i t h praying hands the flowers are dreaming.
Over nature the breeze, as a happy sigh, is lingering.
Sidi-Bou-Said. 1936.
The rain.
W h e n the rain, the rain is dripping down.
W h e n the clouds are lingering quietly.
W h e n from the trees, the tears are gliding.
Do not think that they are mourning.
It is the song of rain, which give them exstacy.
Jan. 1937.
My little flower, tears like diamonds,
Are lying on your delicate leaves.
W h y did you shed these shining tears ?
Through my pain these shining tears I shed.
Through losing myself, the Self I found.
The light from within, then appeared.
The dawn.
W h e n through the night, the dawn is breaking
W h e n with a smile appears, the morn.
W h e n from his Breath shoot forth, the sun.
The whole nature rejoys his coming.
Sun !
The Master.
Mystery !
Sidi-Bou-Said. Febr. ]
1934.
Do not wait for tomorrow, live for to day,
And make the day as beautiful as you can.
Make the earth for others Heaven every day,
Accomplish your duty fully in every way,
Take every day as an opportunity,
But do not ask from any one, roses !
W h e n I see the rocky mountains with their faces rough and fine,
it does remind me the human beings, who are bound and chained on
the wheel of life'.
1934.
1929.
Approach of autumn.
Crocus.
Awakened ? Where am I ?
W h a t is this world ? W h a t am I ?
W h a t a light around me ! W h o am I ?
Full of fragrance is my being;
On every leaf light is shining.
Is it a dream, or am I something ?
Delhi. 1934.
Impatience.
1937.
Odysseus.
Patience.
The Tree.
The Moulder.
The earth has been ploughed,
Is bleeding from every wound.
She did not wish to become soft.
But a powerful Hand did mould !
In its pain it cried aloud.
Soft Footsteps wandered over the ground,
There where was once pain, flowers came out !
1937.
1932.
192.7.
The flower.
Suffering.
Realization.
Snowdrop.
1937.
Autumn leaves.
The rose.
Soul.
W h e n I am so beautiful —
W h y must I pass away ?
— Allah answered, in Me
You will always remain !
Sidi-Bou-SaTd. 1937.
W h e n the storm perturbs the sea.
W h e n the wind bends the trees.
W h e n the lighting enflames the clouds.
W h e n are falling down, even rocks.
Does it not remind you of a soul tasted on earth ?
Sidi-Bou-SaTd. 1937.
Dawn.
I answered to my rose,
Do not worry about this garment,
Every one must once change that dress !
Every thing annihilates in this life.
And your beauty,
You will find it again in his Court !
The rose.
Sidi-Bou-Said. 1937.
The Rose.
Sidi-Bou-Said. 1937.
The flower laments that the wind has taken, her robe !
The tree said, nothing is lost, do not mourn any longer
Out of your pain a fruit will soon appear.
Sidi-Bou-SaTd. 1937.
Perfect you are my little flower.
The structure of every leaf is beautiful.
Light shines through your little being.
God must have kissed you while you were sleeping.
In miniature is reflected, in you, his perfect creation
1936.
1935.
Violet.
Sidi-Bou-Said. 1936.
Ego.
Sidi-Bou-Said. 1937.
Orpheus.
Jesamine.
Suresnes.
Dance on my rosetree, thy dance is full of grace !
In Allah's garden perform your joy !
And spread your fragrance through the breeze !
The loving hearts will be caught, by thy ecstacy !
Mossoul 1933.
Camels.
The Rosary.
Faith.
14 Oct. 1937.
23 Oct. 1937.
25 Oct. 1937.
1933.
Simla.
Nature.
Beauty.
Autumn.
1937.
Little it needs o human being.
To be disappointed in life.
just a prick of a thorn is disturbing,
And we shed tears on the rose's leaves.
1937.
Life is annihilation ?
But did not God annihilate !
Life is sacrifice ?
Is He not daily sacrificed !
Life is crucifixion ?
W a s He not crucificed !
Life must be a knowledge of self,
To unveil the mystery of life.
The Breath of Cod.
Beloved.
Truth.
Cyclamen.
Innocence.
Easter.
Dec. 1937.
1937.
W h i r l on o wind of fancy,
Take with you the dust of life,
Clear the way of glitter.
Uncover the real purpose
Before my inner sight.
Dec. 1937.
Gloomy is the sea to day;
The sky has wrapped it in their tears.
The sea is listening and motionless.
Cannot understand why the sky so gray !
?
O waves, why do you rise and than fall
Because we wish not only to pay homage to
The sky, but we wish also to bent ourselves
Toward our mother earth !
1937.
W h a t would he say !
1937.
Spring.
1937.
The picture of the soul.
Hyacinth.
1937.
1937.
1937.
Time.